Autumnal Feeling
Ed. Greve
Weary glow of the sun!
Pallid blue of the sky!
The meadow is quietly dreaming
Of joy that has faded away.
From the last rose,
Sated with life,
The last, loose, pale
Flower petal detaches itself.
A golden fading
Creeps through the grove;
It seems to me that even
Dissolution and dying may be sweet.