Autumn is over the long leaves that love us, And over the mice in the barely sheaves; Yellow the leaves of rowan above us, And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves. The hour of waning of love has beset us, And weary and worn and our sad souls now; Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us, With a kiss and a tear on thy on thy drooping brow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL by PUBLIUS AELIUS HADRIANUS FIRELIGHT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE PASSOVER IN THE HOLY FAMILY (FOR A DRAWING) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE BLACKBIRD by ALFRED TENNYSON EFFICIENCY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SONNET by KATHARINE REBECCA ADAMS THE TWO FIRES by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |