Close-folded, safe within the sheltering Life's autumn comes; the leaves begin to fall; About us from the midnight wind, and play Among the flowers that breathe so sweet in sleep; A soft touch sways the milk-white, stately phlox, 5 And on its slender stem the poppy rocks. Fair faces turn to watch the dusky sea, And clear eyes brood upon the path of light The white moon makes, the while deliciously, |