This Is Mine to Hold

There will be other autumns with their singing

When beauty spreads through valleys like a flame

And crystal mirrors wear a scarlet frame

Where wild ducks preen. Again will come the ringing

Of bells of silver aspens turned to gold;

When gilded birches flaunt their twirling splendor

Beside the Midas-willows, then surrender

October's crown to sumacs, pert and bold;

When locust-purses open and are flinging

Their burnished coins for earth again to claim--

There will be other autumns, but Time's Vendor

May give no more than this as mine to hold.