The gossamer of summer's veil
Diaphanous, begins to pale,
While zephyrs whisper through the leaves
Of autumn's song that interweaves
Beneath the lambent twilight glow,
Ephemeral words once did flow,
Now evanescent as the dew,
Their echoes linger, faint but true
In whose heart do these remnants dwell?
What soul still hears the vesper bell?
The tenuous threads of memory
Entwine with sweet melancholy
Beneath the lambent twilight glow,
Ephemeral words once did flow,
Now evanescent as the dew,
Their echoes linger, faint but true
Those many autumns passed
One fleeting eve
Beneath the lambent twilight glow,
Ephemeral words once did flow,
Now evanescent as the dew,
Their echoes linger, faint but true
Those many autumns passed
One fleeting eve
Now, with the drifting dust, those whispers fade away,
Echoing(echoing), where(where), in whose heart, they now forever stay?