Fall, Leaves, Fall by Emily Brontë

[conuly]

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.

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Comments

[greenwoodside]

Thank you for reminding me of this poem. I will try to be more Emily Brontë as regards winter.

[rebeccmeister]

So Goth. :^)

[adafrog]

GOod.