Transfigured autumn

Violently ends the year

With golden wine and garden fruit.

The woods hush wonderfully round here

And make the lonely man a crew.

Says the countryman: It’s good.

You evenbells long and lazy

To the last give cheerful mood.

A flight of birds greets on the ways.

It’s the tender time of love.

In the skiff the river’s blue down

How fair line pic and picture up—

It goes in rest and hush a-down.

Georg Trakl