Lo! I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold;
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out
The year and I are old.
In youth I sought the prince of men,
Captain in cosmic wars,
Our Titan, even the weeds would show
Defiant, to the stars.
But now a great thing in the street
Seems any human nod,
Where shift in strange democracy
The million masks of God.
In youth I sought the golden flower
Hidden in wood or wold,
But I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold.
~ G. K. Chesterton
Posted by susan at October 25, 2005 6:22 PM
Cool poem to go along with the picture!
You seem to have this knack......
Posted by: Arthur at October 26, 2005 1:21 AM
What a perfect poem to chose as the leaves are falling and the temp. drops down to turn on the heat weather and I have turned seventy.
Posted by: janet at October 26, 2005 10:34 PM
Oh, so very nice, Susan!
Posted by: dan at October 27, 2005 12:21 AM
Really lovely poem, and your stunning leaf photo perfectly illuminates it. Having just turned 50, I feel a little like the man in the poem, with a little gray hair, feeling a tad autumnal.
Posted by: Wandering Willow at October 27, 2005 5:18 PM