I MARKED when the weather changed, And the panes began to quake, And the winds rose up and ranged, That night, lying half-awake. Dead leaves blew into my room, And alighted upon my bed, And a tree declared to the gloom Its sorrow that they were shed. One leaf of them touched my hand, And I thought that it was you There stood as you used to stand, And saying at last you knew! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...METRICAL FEET by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A MIDSUMMER'S NOON IN THE AUSTRALIAN FOREST by CHARLES HARPUR THE COUNTY OF MAYO by THOMAS LAVELLE THE LAST SUPPER by RAINER MARIA RILKE THE HAPPY WANDERER by PERCY ADDLESHAW |