red leaves

down south you forget the ripening leaves

and chilly mornings of bright october

no matter for redly a dying time grieves

 

sunlight on water fair smiling deceives

at dawn the frost shone hard on grass and clover

down south you forget the ripening leaves

 

yet clock there remains the swiftest of thieves

treating the same way both stayer and rover

no matter for redly a dying time grieves

 

telling each young one that what he believes

is false never true and patience is over

down south you forget the ripening leaves

 

slowly to slaughter we marched off the beeves

a suitable task for the youthful drrover

no matter how redly a dying time grieves

 

the adult must measure how much he achieves

in calm acquiescence knowingly sober

down south you forget the ripening leaves

no matter how redly a dying time grieves