Autumn

Autumn, time of misty skies and heart-breaking horizons,

of rapid sunsets and pale dawns,

I watch your melancholy days

flow past like a torrent.

My thoughts borne off on the wings of regret

(as if our time could ever be relived!)

dreamingly wander the enchanted slopes

where my youth once used to smile.

In the bright sunlight of triumphant memory

I feel the scattered roses reblooming in bouquets;

and tears well up in my eyes, tears which my heart

at twenty had already forgotten!