An Autumn Day

                                               

On such a day of singing blue

The maddest, gladdest dreams come true!

I know, because the maple-trees

Have turned a redder, golder hue,

     And every keen, smoke-scented breeze

     Thrills me with hinted mysteries.

I know, for heaven was never spanned

     With fleeter, whiter clouds than these!

On such a day each road is planned

To lead to some enchanted land;

     Each turning meets expectancy.

The signs I read on every hand.

     I know by autumn's wizardry

On such a day the world can be

Only a great glad dream for me--

Only a great glad dream for me!