Stain my eyes as I may, on all sides all is black.
When Time is spent, Eternity begins.
Who longest wait of all surely wins.
Great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
Who waits until the wind shall silent keep Will never find the ready hour to sow.
By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.