From early morning-nonsense br With tubs and troughs and strain, br With dampness in the evening br And sunsets in the rain. br br Deep sighing of the darkness br And choking swallowed tears, br A railway engine's calling br Down from the sixteenth verst. br br Outside and in the garden br A short fast-darkening day; br Small breakages and losses br In true September way. br br In daytime autumn's vastness br Beyond the stream is rent br By wailing in the graveyard, br By anguish and lament. br br But when the widow's sobbing br Is carried from the bank, br With all my blood I'm with her br And see my death point-blank. br br As every year I see it br Out of the hall downstairs, br The long-delayed approaching br Of this my final year. br br Through leaves in yellow terror, br Its way swept clear, I see br That winter from the hillside br Is staring down at me.