An Autum Poem (William Blake)

Beneath a darkened sky

Rainfilled clouds passes slowly by,

And the wind blows so cold and strong

While humming its favourite Autumn song.

And in the far, far East

Lies the misty, darkgreen woods.

No man has walked on these grounds;

They belong entierly to the Gods. 

Along with the wind they play

In the light of a tindering moon,

And when the dawn slowly arrives

They know it's bedtime soon...