Autumn Love

Love is a moon and lilac-bloom,

When one is young and free;

It is a wondrous, winding road

That youth walks, carelessly.

Ah, love is sweet in Springtime!

it's kissing at a gate;

A whisper and a promise -

But oh, my love is late...

It knows a sad maturity,

And, lest it should bring pain,

Renounces kisses at a gate

And lilacs in the rain;

But truly love; though it may walk

Forever more alone,

Without the only hand to hold...

The heart against one's own...