'Fall, Leaves, Fall' Poem by Emily Jane Brontë
'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.
I think Emily hand i special foundness towards the colder seasons, just like all the real introverts.
i think this is very good poetry.you painted a clear picture of fall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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1/26/2025 12:05:08 AM # 1.0.0
A classical poem.....................