O autumn wind of minstrelsy,
We walk thro' dreamland ways
Till the last night of dreams; till wanes
The moon's barr'd light thro' westward panes,
And clear October's morning star
Gleams in the eye of dawn afar.
ED.
O autumn wind of minstrelsy,
We walk thro' dreamland ways
Till the last night of dreams; till wanes
The moon's barr'd light thro' westward panes,
And clear October's morning star
Gleams in the eye of dawn afar.
ED.