AUTUMN is over the long leaves that love us,
And over the mice in the barley sheaves;
Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us,
And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves.
The hour of the waning of love has beset us,
And weary and worn are our sad souls now;
Let us patt, ere the season of passion forget us,
With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.
More verses by William Butler Yeats
- Coole Park, 1929
- Peace
- A Man Young And Old: Xi. From Oedipus At Colonus
- Consolation
- A Man Young And Old: Vi. His Memories