Autumn Day

Lord: it is time. The summer was immense. Lay your shadow on the sundials and let loose the wind in the fields.

Command the last fruits to be full; give them just two more southern days, urge them to completion, and chase the last sweetness into the heavy wine.

Whoever has no house now will not build one. Whoever is alone now will remain so for a long time, will stay up, read, write long letters, and wander the tree-lined streets restlessly, while the leaves are blowing.