Fall, leaves, fall
by Emily Bronte
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
Source: Poets of the English Language (Viking Press, 1950)
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Credit to: Autumn in Savernake Forest, near Marlborough, Wiltshire. Photograph: Anna Stowe/Alamy
