I am the autumnal sun

"I am the autumnal sun" (Autumnal Sun) by Henry David Thoreau

from A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers

     I am the autumnal sun,
     With autumn gales my race is run;
     When will the hazel put forth its flowers,
     Or the grape ripen under my bowers?
     When will the harvest or the hunter's moon,
     Turn my midnight into mid-noon?
     I am all sere and yellow,
     And to my core mellow.
     The mast is dropping within my woods,
     The winter is lurking within my moods,
     And the rustling of the withered leaf
     Is the constant music of my grief.

This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.