This year I have seen autumn with new eyes Glimpsed hitherto undreamt of mysteries In the slow ripening of the town-bred trees; Horse-chestnut lifting wide hands to the skies; And silver beech turned gold now winter's near; And elm, whose leaves like little suns appear Scattering light — all, all have made me wise And writ me lectures in earth's loveliness, Whether they laugh through the grey morning mist, Or by the loving sun at noon are kissed Or seek at night the high-swung lamp's caress. Does autumn such a novel splendour wear Simply because my love has yellow hair?
Lesbia Harford 1891 - 1927
I have just discovered this Australian poet - she seems to have been a pretty amazing woman and would be so even today. She was among the first women to study law, she was a social activist and unionist. Here is a link to learn a little more about Lesbia