The growth of Spring now, is checked,

The birht of green is halted.

The ending of the Summer’s call,

Beginning of the blessed Fall.

Sweet surcease of vengeful heat,

Healing rain, and rest, the world to meet.

The cold and blustery Winter turns,

The warmth of the sun our cold world spurns.

And in this turning, this dreadful dance,

The last of days this dark romance.

All I see is all I hold.

In light there be love untold.