'Fall, Leaves, Fall'

Poem By Emily Jane Brontë

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.

Comments about 'Fall, Leaves, Fall'

A classical poem.....................
I think Emily hand i special foundness towards the colder seasons, just like all the real introverts.
I love this poem, especially for its brevity.
i think this is very good poetry.you painted a clear picture of fall
dis is preety good indeed


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