Page:Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke (1918).djvu/66

 AUTUMNAL DAY

Lord! It is time. So great was Summer's glow:

Thy shadows lay upon the dials' faces

And o'er wide spaces let thy tempests blow.

Command to ripen the last fruits of thine,

Give to them two more burning days and press

The last sweetness into the heavy wine.

He who has now no house will ne'er build one,

Who is alone will now remain alone;

He will awake, will read, will letters write

Through the long day and in the lonely night;

And restless, solitary, he will rove

Where the leaves rustle, wind-blown, in the grove.

22