Evening Poetry, October 20

Autumn

by T. E. Hulme

A touch of cold in the Autumn night— 
I walked abroad, 
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge 
Like a red-faced farmer. 
I did not stop to speak, but nodded, 
And round about were the wistful stars 
With white faces like town children.

You can find this poem in Selected Writings: Thomas Ernest Hulme.