We saw leaves go to glory, Then almost migratory Go part way down the lane, And then to end the story Get beaten down and pasted In one wild day of rain. We heard " 'Tis Over" roaring. A year of leaves was wasted..... By denying and ignoring The waste of nations warring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BAY FIGHT by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL IN THE SHADOWS: 2 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 54. LOVE'S FATALITY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TWILIGHT AT SEA by AMELIA B. WELBY WE ARE SEVEN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH HYMN FOR ALL SAINTS DAY IN THE MORNING by HENRY ALFORD INCOGNITA IN THE TEMPLE OF THESEUS by SEYMOUR GREEN WHEELER BENJAMIN |