The following text is from Rainer Maria Rilke’s poem “Autumn Day.”
Lord, it is time. The summer was too long.
Lay your shadow on the sundials now,
And through the meadows let the winds throng.
Ask the last fruits to ripen on the vine;
Give them further two more southerly days,
Press them to fulfillment, and chase
The last sweetness into the heavy wine.
Whoever has no house now will establish none,
Whoever lives alone now will live on long alone,
Will waken, read, and write long letters,
Will wander the alleys up and down,
Restlessly, while the leaves are blowing.