Autumn + 

Believe me⁠–⁠when I say + 

That love like yours, at this belated hour, + 

Overwhelms me⁠— + 

Stills the fount of thought! + 

I move as one new-born⁠— + 

And strange to swift transitions + 

As from my prison door + 

I gaze + 

Into a blinding sunlight! + 