Lo! I am come to autumn, 
 When all the leaves are gold; 
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out 
 The year and I are old. 

In youth I sought the prince of men, 
 Captain in cosmic wars, 
Our Titan, even the weeds would show 
 Defiant, to the stars. 

But now a great thing in the street 
 Seems any human nod, 
Where shift in strange democracy 
 The million masks of God. 

In youth I sought the golden flower 
 Hidden in wood or wold, 
But I am come to autumn, 
 When all the leaves are gold.