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.
