Now it's autumn...

Now it's autumn, leaves roam and

scatter,
Again the wind flings heavy drops
against the glazing;
And you're reading old letters,
tattered and fading
And retrace a whole life-time in just
one hour.

With sweet trifles you enjoy such

time-wasting,
You'd hate to be disturbed by a tap
on the shutter;
For when it's sleeting outside, it's so
much better
To dream by the fireside, sleepily
nodding.

So I stay in my chair, staring into the

fire,
Dreaming of old tales and a fairy
queen's sighs;
Around me the mist rises higher and
higher;

Suddenly the rustling of silk makes

me rise,
Steps so soft, barely touched by the
old floor . . .
Then with slender, icy hands you
hide my eyes.