Song of An Autumn's Evening

Lo, all of autumn's leaves that have befallen us, Precious are they, as they lay in the garden. Among the asters, in the aster garden. The nights are dark, falling like the leaves, From bright to dark, no more shining, But rather like the eves. The breeze is hitting, just as she perceives— The lilies are gone, and she starts to grieve; Soft and weaving, Among the asters, in the aster garden. And lo, the stars that shine mysteriously, Have certainly claimed joy gloriously, And sorrow furiously. And lo, again do the leaves fall, Where an amber of beauty does call. And lo, when the moon glows low, Lilies whiter than the moon, gone in a blow, Among the asters, in the aster garden. And low are the white stars, And gentle is the autumn rain, Beneath red Mars, Slowly as they fade away in disdain. And lo, all things shall find their rest, Held by night in autumn's breast, Held by all things best, flowers and fruits, Among the asters, in the aster garden. Their colours fierce, with sorrowed love. Their colours fierce, then fade forgotten. And the sun sinks low, so do the shadows Come and go. And lo, each leaf that falls, a memory lost. In the silent hills, carried on winds with Winter's frosts chills. So, in a final dance, go and embrace! By the night's veil will you find such grace! And lo, autumn's warmth adieu, For beauty fades, yet will renew. For the beauty of it, for the beauty of nature, For the beauty of the flowers; roses, lilies. For the beauty of life, For the beauty of it— Among the asters, in the aster garden.