Autumn Thoughts

"Noon descends around me now:
Is the noon of autumn's glow,
When a soft and purple mist
Like a vaporous amethyst,
Or an air-dissolved star
Mingling light and fragrance, far
From the curved horizon's bound
To the point of Heaven's profound,
Fills the overflowing sky;
And the plains that silent lie
Underneath, the leaves unsodden
Where the infant Frost has trodden
With his morning-winged feet,
Whose bright pride is gleaming yet;
And the red and golden vines
Piercing with their trellised lines
The rough dark-skinned wilderness;" - P. Shelley