html.skin-theme-clientpref-night @media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){html.skin-theme-clientpref-os }The autumn winds are sighing
Through the naked leafless trees;
I hear their plaintive moaning
So unlike the summer breeze.
They tell of many sorrows,
They whisper of the dead;
They bring to memory many thoughts
Of happy days now fled.
[Aged 12 years.]