Fall, Leaves, Fall

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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.

© Emily Jane Brontë