Now it's autumn...

Now it's autumn, leaves roam and scatter,

Again the wind flings heavy drops against the glazing;

And you're reading old letters, tattered and fading

And retrace a whole life-time in just one hour.

With sweet trifles you enjoy such time-wasting,

You'd hate to be disturbed by a tap on the shutter;

For when it's sleeting outside, it's so much better

To dream by the fireside, sleepily nodding.

So I stay in my chair, staring into the fire,

Dreaming of old tales and a fairy queen's sighs;

Around me the mist rises higher and higher;

Suddenly the rustling of silk makes me rise,

Steps so soft, barely touched by the old floor . . .

Then with slender, icy hands you hide my eyes.

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