fall poetry

i walk down the garden paths
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
had he and i but met
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
gaily through the fields we danced
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
to clothe the fiery thought
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
gloom
let us plant
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
be in me as the eternal moods