Autumn's the mellow time.

Autumn's the mellow time.

Oh, bring again my heart's content,Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!

But this is not my little bed;That time is far away;With strangers now I live instead,From dreary day to day.

If any foes of mine are there, I pardon every one: I hope that man and womankind will do the same by me.

Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.