(30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848 / Thornton / Yorkshire)

'Fall, Leaves, Fall'

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.

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Comments (5)

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