Autumn Song

Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
   The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
   The wild wind blows in a cloud.

Hark to a voice that is calling
   To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone,
   And why should I stay behind?

by Sarojini Naidu

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The last two lines are very touching!
Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow, ... To my heart in the voice of the wind: My heart is weary and sad and alone,
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