Something told the wild geese br It was time to go; br Though the fields lay golden br Something whispered, - 'snow'. br Leaves were green and stirring, br Berries, luster-glossed, br But beneath warm feathers br Something cautioned, - 'frost'. br br All the sagging orchards br Steamed with amber spice, br But each wild breast stiffened br At remembered ice. br br Something told the wild geese br It was time to fly - br Summer sun was on their wings, br Winter in their cry.