When I think how the winds of Fall Now soothe my hot tormented frame, I wonder that I feared at all The fading of the Summer’s flame, Or longed to keep those fiery rays From passing with the length of days. The calmness of the Autumn breeze, The unrushed comfort of cool skies, Give me an unknown sense of ease And freedom from those fervent cries That always, in a younger age, Had urged me to desire and rage. With hints of such new things in store, And diff’rent measures than I’d used, I now _antícipate_ life more, Look forward, and can be amused At my old doubts; nor shall I fear The Winter that will close this year. …