To Autumn

What will you say now that your time's almost done? A heart disturbed in the deepness of blue Feelings like leaves withering there on Never again its green foliage to renew Name of unnamed - lonely and faraway Gentleness of dreams and displays to keep All that has met its past and gone today Inside your solitude and far in its deep Yesterdays in its many instances Beckons of the heart in its reddish blanches Wings that were flying in incandescence of air Bringing the distances nearer and free Those that were of night and sometimes blare All that was to seek in its eternity