Late Autumn Afternoon
Grey, fingered with flickering threads
of light;
Silence broken by restless quavers
of music.
Greyness, music,
A playing thought of slumber.
And on my lips faintly disturbing fingers,
And at my heart love's hand like a
child's hand
Stirring me half awake.
of light;
Silence broken by restless quavers
of music.
Greyness, music,
A playing thought of slumber.
And on my lips faintly disturbing fingers,
And at my heart love's hand like a
child's hand
Stirring me half awake.