To The Autumn Wind poem – Alfred Austin

O envious Autumn wind, to blow

From covert vale and woodland crest

The mellow leaves, just as they glow

Brightest and loveliest;

To strip the maples black and bare,

To rob the beeches’ russet gold,

And make what was of late so fair

But rustling drift and dripping mould.

Yet if, as you have done with them,

With me you will but timely do,

I will no more your rage condemn,

But, rather, make my peace with you.

Let me not linger on, to know

The mournfulness of feelings lost,

But waft me, while as yet they glow,

Wise Autumn wind, from winter frost!