Clover

The dew upon the clover falls As night time ends and morning calls The moss upon the ancient walls Does clad the resting stones, The leaves upon the languid trees So still the dawn there is no breeze The subtle shades of autumn's frieze With gold and amber tones. The cobwebs shine in thickets dense And hedgerows of the hawthorn fence Droplets hang on threads and whence The silken nets do stay, And as the sun does rise into The misty skies of palest blue The softest rays are shining through This cold September day. And as the mist begins to clear The songbirds I begin to hear Warm my heart with gentle cheer Amid the morning air, As I walk by the fields so brown All ploughed and furrowed up and down I head towards the smoky town And dream of summers fair.