Here you will find the Poem On and On of poet Mathilde Blind
By long leagues of wood and meadow On and on we drive apace; In the dreamy light and shadow Veiling earth's autumnal face. Rosy clouds are drifting o'er us, Rooks rise parleying from their tryst, And the road lies far before us, Fading into amethyst. On and on, through leagues of heather, Deeps of scarlet beaded lane, Like a pheasant's golden feather Golden leaves around us rain. On and on, where woodlands hoary, In October's lavish fire, Flame up with unearthly glory, Beauteous summer's funeral pyre. On and on, where casements blinking Lighten into transient gules, As the dying day in sinking Splashes all the wayside pools. On and on; the land grows dimmer, And our road recedes afar; While on either hand there glimmer Setting sun and rising star. Would I knew what thoughts steal o'er you, As the long road lengthens yet: Ah, like hope it winds before you, And behind me like regret.