Classic Poem

Down the wood-path winding slow,
When the sun was sinking low,
Walked we two together.
Leaves that once were summer's pride
Fluttering fell on every side,
In the Autumn weather;—
Crimson, purple, brown and gold,
On the pathway, dead and cold,
Fell as fast as they could fall:
Under foot we trode them all,
As we walked together.

Down the wood-path, winding slow,
When the sun was sinking low,
Walked we two together.
Hopes that once had kissed the sky,
All were fluttering down, to die
In the Autumn weather.
Thine were falling, too, as fast;
Yet we chatted as we passed:
Not one heart-word either said,
Of the dreams thus dry and dead,
As we walked together.

Sunlight dimly died away;
Changed the stream from gold to gray,
As we walked together.
Twilight fell, in cloud and chill,
Ere we clomb the open hill,
In the Autumn weather.
Gone is Summer's glorious blaze;
Gone the sober Autumn days;
Dreary Winter now is nigh:
And for ever thou and I
Walk no more together.