Red and golden autumn crown,
Woven leaves above the ground,
Branches dancing fancy
Whispering secrets to the
Lord of Autumn.

Starlight scatters on the leaves,
Birds take flight from out the eaves.
He sweeps his color-cloak
About the drowsing
Lady of the World.

Apples tumble; honey flows,
And in her dreaming heart she knows
That past his passing waits
His silvered warm
Embrace in winter.

Love, his ranging moods enduring,
Lady list'ning, wak'ning, stirring,
Welcoming when he will seek
To lie upon
Her pillow.

Lord of winter, spring, and fall,
Summer, treasures she them all.
Mutable and changeless she
Is circling
And encircled.

Mutable and changeless she
Is circled
And encircling.