[When lovely illusions and cherished hopes Somewhere deep inside thee die With autumn leaves so far away, Thou set them free and let them fly.] In every gust of wind and drop of rain The voice of autumn is heard. Forgotten shades of sorrow dwell In tragedies of old. In rustle of dead leaves songs have been lost For nightingales are gone away. In chilly air ghostly laments flow While mists enfold the day. And charms of light are shatter’d in the rain Which imbues autumn mystery; Behold these sombre starry nights, Its bewitched harmony! Let dreams take thee in their embraces, Be lured by nocturnal lore, Soon thou’ll hear someone whisper The words thou adore… October 19, 2005