I saw old Autumn in the misty mornStand shadowless like silence, listeningTo silence, for no lonely bird would singInto his hollow ear from woods forlorn,Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn; --Shaking his languid locks all dewy brightWith tangled gossamer that fell by night,Pearling his coronet of golden corn.

I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.

The best of friends fall out, and so his teeth had done some years ago.

The year's in wane; There is nothing adorning; The night has no eve, And the day has no morning; Cold winter gives warning!