Fall, Leaves, Fall

Fall, Leaves, Fall

By Emily Bronte

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.