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.
More verses by Emily Jane Brontë
- Hope
- Come, Walk With Me
- "A Little While, A Little While..."
- I Am The Only Being Whose Doom
- Past, Present, Future