October

The rivers, the lakes, and the oceans

All stood still,

And nothing stirred within

Their silent depths

Ships sailorless lay

Rotting on the sea

And their masts fell

Piecemeal

Come September, Summer dies away

Come October, So cold are our ways

Come September, Summer dies away

Come October, So short are our days

They slept on the abyss

Without a surge

The waves were dead

The tides were in their grave

And the clouds perished;

Darkness had no need

Of aid from them

She was the universe