Autumn Days

• O blissful autumn days,
  Please linger here awhile
  We love thy winsome ways
  Our minds thou dost beguile.
  
  Thy days are filled with peace;
  Thy nights, with incense sweet,
  Are far too short for us,
  Thy moments all too fleet.
  
  The splendor of thy hours
  From fleeting night ‘till dawn
  Proclaim thy sudden death;
  Thou’rt swifter than a fawn.
  
  I’d love to grasp thee tight
  And never let thee go—
  For winter with its cold
  And ice and frost and snow.
  
  M.E. Van Order
  1926