Love in Autumn by Sara Teasdale — Read

I sought among the drifting leaves, / The golden leaves that once were green, / To see if Love were hiding there / And peeping out between.

For thro' the silver showers of May / And thro' the summer's heavy heat, / In vain I sought his golden head / And light, fast-flying feet.

Perhaps when all the world is bare / And cruel winter holds the land, / The Love that finds no place to hide / Will run and catch my hand.

I shall not care to have him then, / I shall be bitter and a-cold -- / It grows too late for frolicking / When all the world is old.

Then little hiding Love, come forth, / Come forth before the autumn goes, / And let us seek thro' ruined paths / The garden's last red rose.