The Golden Threshold/Songs for Music/Autumn Song

1632369The Golden Threshold — Autumn SongSarojini Naidu


AUTUMN SONG

Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves.
The wild wind blows in a cloud.

Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone.
For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone.
And why should I stay behind?