O envious Autumn wind, to blow br From covert vale and woodland crest br The mellow leaves, just as they glow br Brightest and loveliest; br To strip the maples black and bare, br To rob the beeches' russet gold, br And make what was of late so fair br But rustling drift and dripping mould. br br Yet if, as you have done with them, br With me you will but timely do, br I will no more your rage condemn, br But, rather, make my peace with you.