When the leaves darken and crumple and fold,
And the sweet green voice of the sparrow singer
Slowly dies out, when the nights seem to linger
And cling on to the air while the earth grows old
When the great cloud becomes faint shreds of gold
And the snow lulls the dark landscape in silver
When the wind tastes the light grey of winter
And the lake crumbles and turns into cold
Remember that time when the bright leaves were proud.
Remember the sparrow's light summer song.
Remember the sun, the flower, the cloud,
The horizon solid, sharp clear, and strong
Where the lake was smooth and the wind laughed out loud.
Remember and cry for taking too long.