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?
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