Autumn Time. I sing the mellowed autumn time ; The russet pears, the scarlet haws, the yellow sheaves of autumn time. The fading, falling autumn time ; The rustling leaves, the saddened winds, the pallid mists of autumn time. The scented, fragrant autumn time ; The clover balls, the moorland heath, the fresh-ploughed earth of autumn time. The sober, tranquil autumn time ; The chastened noons, the steadfast stars, the purple glooms of autumn time. The sweet, soft sounds of autumn time ; The twittering birds, the bleating flocks, the plaining streams of autumn time. The resting, patient autumn time ; The close-reaped fields, the dew-drenched grass, the low-streaked skies of autumn time. The grand, prophetic autumn time ; For ripened hearts and sweetened souls called home to God at autumn time.