Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woodsAnd day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.

Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.

It is a heretic that makes the fire, not she which burns in it

Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods
And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.

Winds and waters keepA hush more dead than any sleep.

Alas! in winter, dead and dark,Where can poor Robin go?