WHEN a sighing begins In the violins Of the autumn-song, My heart is drowned In the slow sound Languorous and long. Pale as with pain, Breath fails me when The hour tolls deep. My thoughts recover The days that are over, And I weep. And I go Where the winds know, Broken and brief, To and fro, As the winds blow A dead leaf. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NO MATTER WHAT, AFTER ALL, AND THAT BEAUTIFUL WORD SO by HAYDEN CARRUTH JASPER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON SPOKEN AT A CASTLE GATE by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON NOTES FOR THE FIRST LINE OF A SPANISH POEM by JAMES GALVIN DE LITTLE PICKANINNY'S GONE TO SLEEP by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |