Sunday, October 28, 2012

Fall, Leaves, Fall / Emily Brontë

Fall, Leaves, Fall

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.

Emily Brontë
from A Book of Women's Verse, 1921

[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]

Emily Brontë biography

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