Sunday, November 11, 2007

Fall, Leaves, Fall

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.


Sarah at SmallWorld said...

Bautiful poem! Thanks for sharing!

grandma and grandpa said...

I am always amazed at all the beautiful things (quotes, poems, etc.) you come up with, Heidi. Love checking your blog. See you soon.