Pale Amber Sunlight Falls Across The Reddening October Trees, That Hardly Sway Before A Breeze As Soft As Summer: Summer'S Loss Seems Little, Dear! On Days Like These. Let Misty Autumn Be Our Part! The Twilight Of The Year Is Sweet: Where Shadow And The Darkness Meet Our Love, A Twilight Of The Heart Eludes A Little Time'S Deceit. Are We Not Better And At Home In Dreamful Autumn, We Who Deem No Harvest Joy Is Worth A Dream? A Little While And Night Shall Come, A Little While, Then, Let Us Dream. Beyond The Pearled Horizons Lie Winter And Night: Awaiting These We Garner This Poor Hour Of Ease, Until Love Turn From Us And Die Beneath The Drear November Trees.