ALBUQUERQUE
Autumn Song
Know'st thou not at the fall
of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid
grief
Laid on it for a
covering,
And how sleep seems a
goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the
leaf?
And how the swift beat of the
brain
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall
of the leaf
Knowest thou not? and
how the chief
Of joys seems—not to suffer
pain?
Know'st thou not at the fall
of the leaf
How the soul feels like a
dried sheaf
Bound up at length
for harvesting,
And how death seems a
comely thing
In Autumn at the fall of the
leaf?
Dante
Gabriel Rossetti
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