MY love will come in autumn-time When leaves go spinning to the ground And wistful stars in heaven chime With the leaves' sound.

    Then, we shall walk through dusty lanes And pause beneath low-hanging boughs¹, And there, while soft-hued beauty reigns² We'll make our vows³.

    Let others seek in spring for sighs When love flames forth⁴ from every seed； But love that blooms when nature dies Is love indeed！