16 AUTUMN TREASURE
By Richard Le Gallienne
Who will gather with me the fallen year，
This drift of forgotten forsaken leaves，
Ah！who give ear
To the sigh October heaves
At summer's passing by！
Who will come walk with me
On this Persian carpet of purple and gold
The weary autumn weaves，
And be as sad as I？
Gather the wealth of the fallen rose，
And watch how the memoried south wind blows
Old dreams and old faces upon the air，
And all things fair．
