"The dawn is less clear, the air less warm, the sky less pure; the misty evening tarnishes the stars of the azure. The long days are over; the charming months are over. Alas! Alas! Here are the trees that are already yellowing! How time is running out in a hurry! It seems that our eyes, dazzled by summer, have barely had time to see the green leaves.
For those who like me live with their windows open, Autumn is sad with its kiss and fog, and the summer that runs away is a friend that goes away. Farewell, says this voice that in our soul cries, Farewell, blue sky ! beautiful sky that a warm breath touches!
The voluptuousness of the great outdoors, the sound of wings in the woods, walks, ravines full of distant voices, flowers, innocent happiness of peaceful souls, farewell, radiations ! dawns ! songs ! dews ! Then, at the bottom, we add: O blessed and sweet days! Alas! You will come back! Will you find me?" Victor HUGO