Poems (Geisse)/Autumn
For works with similar titles, see Autumn.
AUTUMN.
Once more fair Summer yields her state, Serenely stepping down, While Autumn in her royal robes Ascends to take the crown.
The splendor of her coming Is witnessed far and near,For all the land is lavish In setting forth its cheer.
And proudly do her banners Float over wood and field, In token of the homage Her willing subjects yield.
There's not a town or village Her bounty doth not bless, The poorest little hamlet Has donned its gala dress.
For 'tis the ancient custom, As honored as 'tis old,To wear the royal colors Of crimson and gold.
And never grander pageant By mortal eyes was seen Than the resplendent welcome That waits the Harvest Queen.