Obadiah Cyrus Auringer - Fading Days lyrics

Filled with a quiet sadness nigh to tears, When tears come fresh from no ungentle spring, Beside this stream, whose tongue runs faltering, I watch this graceful fading of the year's. A breeze shakes all the host of gra**y spears, Rustling their faded pennants where they cling, A brown rust widens round the fairies' ring, Pale on each bough a dying grace appears. The air is tremulous with hovering fears, Each moment some loved charm is taking wing; For every pearl that falls from summer's string Dies in my breast some song her love endears. O autumn, haste! blow fresh through heart and brain The riper notes of thy reviving strain!