Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/Autumn Sonnet
2. AUTUMN SONNET.
We in our sentimental salad-days
Loved autumn, and the leafage drooping sere,
And the descent of misty greys
On gardens growing drear.
But now these things to man are dear:
The mighty sun, that on the sky-line sways
In glory; and the days in warm career,
The glow of earth beneath his feet ablaze.
When tearful autumn roves across the land,
And everywhere a parlous mist is poured,
And every day a purgatory seems—
We gladly clutch the wine-cup in our hand;
For there the ardour of the sun is stored,
Heat of July and bliss of summer dreams.
"Four Books of Sonnets" (1890–92).