Josiah Conder - Autumn lyrics

There is, I think, no sunshine like the sky Of those mild, breezy, cloudless autumn days Which tempt once more abroad the bu*terfly To search for lingering flowers; when the green sprays Of ash, now loosened, drop on him who strays Through woodland paths, while the light yellow leaves Of fading trees come dancing down all ways Like wingéd things; and oft the stream receives Full many a tiny voyager, whirled along Amid its eddies;--when the gossamer spreads Over the fresh clods her trembling silvery threads; And robin, thinly screened, his sweetest song Pours forth as if triumphant over the scene, He said, "Spring will return, and all again be green."