Automne by Gabriel Fauré
Autumn, time of misty skies and heart-breaking horizons,
____ of rapid sunsets and pale dawns,
__________ I watch your melancholy days
_______________ flow past like a torrent.
My thoughts borne off on the wings of regret
_____ (as if our time could ever be relived!)
__________ dreamingly wander the enchanted slopes
__________ where my youth once used to smile.
In the bright sunlight of triumphant memory
_____ _____ I feel the scattered roses reblooming in bouquets;
__________ _____ and tears well up in my eyes, tears which my heart
______ at twenty had already forgotten!
__________ ~ Armand Silvestre (1837-1901) translated by Peter Low