Classic Poem

The yellow woodland shivers,
And sheds its leafy bloom;
So all that's lovely passes,
And sinks into the tomb.

Around the tree-tops sadly
A wistful radiance glows;
It may be summer kissing
Farewell before she goes.

And from my soul, for sorrow,
I'm fain to weep and sigh;
The scene recalls so clearly
The hour we said good-bye.

Alas! I had to leave thee
With cruel death so near,
I was the parting summer,
And thou the woodland sere.