Classic Poem

In Autumn tomboy winds begin to throw
The dust and scattered leaves into Earth's eyes,
And Old Nurse Winter hurries from the skies
In answer to her darling's cry of woe.
Kind Father Night bends low to still her weeping
And calls the friendly stars to guard her sleeping.
Old Nurse Winter, bless her wrinkled heart,
Comes shaking out her coverlets of snow,
She'll tuck the baby Earth in warm, I know,
And tell her little pattering tales to start
A dream of silver moss and snow-drops peeping;
And sing her windy songs to soothe her sleeping.