Inn of Dreams

<SPAN name="5"></SPAN> <br/> <br/> <p>The Autumn Day</p> <p>How delicately steps the autumn day<br/> In azure cloak and gown of ashen grey<br/> Over the level country that I love!</p> <p>With glittering veils of light about her head<br/> And skirts of wide horizons round her spread<br/> White as the white wing-feathers of a dove.</p> <p>Her feet, a flash of silver on the sea,<br/> Chase silver sails that fly untiringly<br/> Towards the enchanted Islands of the West.</p> <p>Beautiful Islands, gardens of delight!<br/> That flower at dawn with roses red and white . . .<br/> And flame at sunset gold and amethyst . . .</p> <p>How delicately steps the autumn day<br/> In azure cloak and gown of ashen grey<br/> Over the level country that I love . . .</p> <p>And how my heart that all sweet things beguile<br/> Goes laughing with her for a little while . . .<br/> And then turns homeward like a weary dove.</p> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />