Gold Leaves

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.