Fall, leaves, fall – Emily Bronte

Fall, leaves, fall

© Odilia Liuzzi Photography

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 Bronte

 

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