Every leaf speaks bliss to me

Our late afternoon walk took us along the Caledonian Railway Path - leaves now festooning the whole route ...

... reminded me of this short Emily Bronte poem:


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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Emily Bronte (1818 - 1848)

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