Classic Poem

Let the leaves fall —
Betraying to the sun the confidence
Of partridge coppice and the squirrel's hole,
The bandit hawk's high-masoned nest
Left brazen on the sky —
Autumn's unwonted gaze invade alike
The buried rabbit with bright hasting eyes —
And the wild furry things that closer crouch
Within their lair
Laid open to the stars; —
What though the Hunter's moon surprise
The sleepless stream's shy breast,
Nor sun nor star, nor Hunter's moon shall guess
The secret hiding-place
Wherein a lover's heart
Takes covert,
Finds safe rest.