Autumn Day

Austria|Rainer Maria Rilke

Lord, it is time. The summer was very big.

Lay thy shadow on the sundials,

And on the meadows let the winds go loose.

Command the last fruits that they shall be full;

Give them another two more southerly days,

Urge them on to fulfillment and drive

The last sweetness into heavy wine.

Who has no house now, will build him one no more.

Who is alone now, long will so remain,

Will wake, read, write long letters

And will in the avenues to and fro

Restlessly wander, when the leaves are blowing.