Autumn Sadness

by William Stanley Braithwaite

The warm October rain fell upon his dream,
     When once again the autumn sadness stirred,
And murmured through his blood, like a hidden stream
     In a forest, unheard.

The drowsy rain battered against his delight
     Of the half forgotten poignancies,
That settle in the dusk of an autumn night
     On a world one hears and sees.

One was, he thought, an echo merely,
     A glow enshadowed of truths untraced;
But the autumn sadness, brought him yearly,
     Was a joy embraced.

Anthologized in Negro Poets and their Poems (1923).