All the leafiness of a thousand miles
Is felt in the heart, a change that has started
The packing up of things, the loading of cars
The farther and farther darkening dark

And it’s hard to know now where we should go
And where will we be before the next season?
Of evenings and days we can hardly say
From which will we flower?
Brightly from the buildings now

Will the lifting of a window let the Spirit in
And then we begin to vividly live?
With lakes of orange, seas of green, cadmium scenes?
And walking fleetly through a dream
I will hear everything you mean
I will see everything you mean

And it’s hard to know now where we should go
And where will we be before the next season?
Of evenings and days we can hardly say
From which will we flower?
Brightly from the buildings now