The Fall of the Leaf
Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
And how the spirit gripes misfortune
At the fall of the leaf in Autumn,
As one that makes the ? end more brief,
And how the mind with the falling leaf
Falls, till its births are mere abortion?
Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the clogged sense, coiled up & stiff
At feel of summer's vanishing perishing,
Dares not pass winter to reach Spring
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
And how the swift heat of the brain
Hateth because it is in vain
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf,
Knowest thou not? & how the chief
Of joys seems not to have much pain.
Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels as a dried sheaf
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely thing
In autumn at the fall of the leaf?
~~
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
1848
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
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