The gold of autumn falls to green
In sheltered depths from frost immune
Infinity beyond a screen:
And all the ground with glory strewn.
Emerge in view of hedges, grass,
By this most tortuous of roads
And undulate. Behold the mass
Of trees the near horizon loads.

A sky as by Bellini seen,
Where blues to silvery streaks attune;
(To tranquillize a haggard scene
Of rock by air and earthquake hewn)
And pale on this striated face
Dramatic gestures, trailing shrouds;
And, in another plane and place,
Snail-shaped and clinker-coloured clouds.