Go to Sleep, Darlings...
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields
It covers them snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, Go to Sleep, Darlings, till the summer comes again.” Lewis Carroll
A glory of gold And russet and grey, The tree-tops old Glow in the day; And, one by one, The dry leaves fall, And the Autumn sun Smiles on them all.
Where all is still The rabbits play, And pheasants fill Each woodland way; And, one by one, The dry leaves fall, While the Autumn sun Smiles on them all.