Autumn

__**Autumn**__ HE autumn comes, a maiden fair In slenderness and graces With nodding rice-stems in her hair And lilies in her face. In flowers of grasses she is clad; And as she moves along, Birds greet her with their cooing glad Like bracelets' tinkling song. A diadem adorns the night Of multitudinous stars; Her silken robe is white moonlight, Set free from cloudy bars; And on her face (the radiant moon) Bewitching smiles are shown: She seems a slender maid, who soon <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: left;">Will be a woman grown. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: left;">Over the rice-fields, laden plants <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: left;">Are shivering to the breeze; <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: left;">While in his brisk caresses dance <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: left;">The blossomed-burdened trees; <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: left;">He ruffles every lily-pond <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: left;">Where blossoms kiss and part, <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: left;">And stirs with lover's fancies fond <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: left;">The young man's eager heart.