"A Person Unknown has brought Autumn in the North Room. Oh now, when all is color, harvest, and smell of wine, when one hears the song of Things and Beasts, when the longing dead yell in their graves, A Person Unknown has brought Autumn on a silver platter in the room: grapes and pears, apples and figs.And outside there are steaming pools of sun juice, as one hears through the window: in the silk of day a woman is singing.And the birds tweet on."