Poems (Radford)/October
For works with similar titles, see October.
October
From falling leaf to falling leaf
How strange it was, through all the year,
In all its joy and all its grief,
You did not know I loved you dear;
Through all the winter-time and spring,
You smiled and watched me come aid yo,
Through all the summer blossoming,
How strange it was you did not know!
How strange it was, through all the year,
In all its joy and all its grief,
You did not know I loved you dear;
Through all the winter-time and spring,
You smiled and watched me come aid yo,
Through all the summer blossoming,
How strange it was you did not know!
Your face shone from my earth and sky,
Your voice was in my heart always,
Days were as dreams when you were by,
And nights of dreaming linked the days;
In my great joy I craved so much,
My life lay trembling at your hand,
I prayed you for one magic touch,
How strange you did not understand!
Your voice was in my heart always,
Days were as dreams when you were by,
And nights of dreaming linked the days;
In my great joy I craved so much,
My life lay trembling at your hand,
I prayed you for one magic touch,
How strange you did not understand!
From leaf to leaf, the trees are bare,
The autumn wind ts cold and stern,
And outlined in the clear sharp air
Lies a new world for me to learn;
Stranger than all, dear friend, to-day,
You take my hand and do not know
A thousand years have passed away,
Since last year—when I loved you so.
The autumn wind ts cold and stern,
And outlined in the clear sharp air
Lies a new world for me to learn;
Stranger than all, dear friend, to-day,
You take my hand and do not know
A thousand years have passed away,
Since last year—when I loved you so.