The Golden Threshold/Songs for Music/Autumn Song
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AUTUMN SONG
Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves.
The wild wind blows in a cloud.
Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone.
For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone.
And why should I stay behind?