Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Autumn Idleness lyrics

This sunlight shames November where he grieves In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun The day, though bough with bough be over-run. But with a blessing every glade receives High salutation; while from hillock-eaves The deer gaze calling, dappled white and dun, As if, being foresters of old, the sun Had marked them with the shade of forest-leaves. Here dawn to-day unveiled her magic gla**; Here noon now gives the thirst and takes the dew; Till eve bring rest when other good things pa**. And here the lost hours the lost hours renew While I still lead my shadow o'er the gra**, Nor know, for longing, that which I should do.