Fall, leaves, fall
by
Emily Bronte
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.
Love it!
The Castle Lady
