Autumn woods, my heart is tired with wandering about
And all my courage fails,
O lovely woods draw close your coloured veils,
And shut the cold world out!
The little tangled branches catch my curls, the bracken makes
Strong nets to hold me fast,
But safe in Heaven my truant spirit makes
Her bright wings free at last!
From Country Life, Vol. 46, Iss. 1194, (Nov 22, 1919), p 649.
Olive Custance (Lady Alfred Douglas) 