How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!

Arrestment, sudden really as a bolt out of the blue has hit strange victims.

The sky isn't falling.

For my part getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.

Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions; Yet others of our most romantic schemes Are something more than fictions.

Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!