The feeble leafs decline,    Enshrined in downing deep    The mourn abandoned plains,    Laid down in sombre sleep    Misty shades engulf the sky    Like past, worn memories    The bird's song fills the whispering breeze    With autumns melody       The lunar pale grim shape    At evening's sight renews    It's silented wail relieves    Repressed thoughts anew    I hear the lonesome choir    Of fortunes past my way    Disdained in fiery weeps    Throughout my every day    These skies I hail and treasure thee,    Most pleasant misery    Not pittes thorn I shelter thine    Mysterious harmony       Draw on most pleasant night    Shade my lorn exposed sight    For my grief's when shadows told    Shall be eased in mist enfold    Why should the foolish's hope    Thy unborn passioned cry    Exhaust unheard    Beneath this pleasent sky?    For if the dusking day declined    Could delight be far behind?