The Poetry of Rilke p.83

AUTUMN DAY

Lord: it is time. Your summer was superb.

Lay your shadows on the sundials,

and in the meadows let the winds go free.

Command the last fruits to be full;

give them only two more southern days,

urge them on to completion and chase

the last sweetness into the heavy wine.

Whoever has no house will never build one now.

Whoever is alone now will long remain so,

will stay awake, read books, write long letters

and wander restless back and forth

along the tree-lined streets, as the leaves drift down.

Rainer Maria Rilke – The Poetry of Rilke (Ed. Edward Snow) p.83