Gold Leaves

Lo! I am come to autumn,When all the leaves are gold;Grey hairs and golden leaves cry outThe year and I are old.

In youth I sought the prince of men,Captain in cosmic wars,Our Titan, even the weeds would showDefiant, to the stars.

But now a great thing in the streetSeems any human nod,Where shift in strange democracyThe million masks of God.

In youth I sought the golden flowerHidden in wood or wold,But I am come to autumn,When all the leaves are gold.