12/1/2011 5:44:33 AM
12/1/2011 5:44:33 AM
Now it’s autumn,leaves roam and scatterAgain the wind flings heavy drops againstthe glazing
And you’re reading old letters,tattered and fadingAnd retrace a whole life-time in just one hour.
With sweet trifles you enjoy such time-wastingYou’d hate to be disturbed by a tap on the shutter:
For when it’s sleeting outside,it’s so much betterTo dream by the fireside,sleepily nodding.
So I stay in my chair,staring into the fireDreaming of old tales and a fairy queen’s sighs;
Around me the mist rises higher and higher;Suddenly the rustling of silk makes me rise,
Steps so soft,barely touched by the old floor….Then with slender,icy hands you hide my eyes