As kings who see their little life-day pass, Take off the heavy ermine and the crown¹, So had the trees that autumn-time laid down Their golden garments on the faded grass, When I, who watched the seasons in the glass Of mine own thoughts, saw all the autumn's brown Leap into life and don a sunny gown² Of leafage such as happy April has. Great spring came singing upward³ from the south； For in my heart, far carried on the wind, Your words like winged seeds took root and grew, And all the world caught music from your mouth； I saw the light as one who had been blind, And knew my sun and song and spring were you.