Fall, Leaves, Fall

Emily Brontë(1818–1848)

1839

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 snowBlossom where the rose should grow;I shall sing when night's decayUshers in a drearier day.

From The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë, via the English Wikisource transcription.

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