The Poetry Corner

Autumn Treasure

By Richard Le Gallienne

Who will gather with me the fallen year, This drift of forgotten forsaken leaves, Ah! who give ear To the sigh October heaves At summer's passing by! Who will come walk with me On this Persian carpet of purple and gold The weary autumn weaves, And be as sad as I? Gather the wealth of the fallen rose, And watch how the memoried south wind blows Old dreams and old faces upon the air, And all things fair.