Down come the leaves,
Like fleeting years,
Or idle tears
Of love that grieves.
A tinkling trill,
A pallid flight
Like brief delight -
And all is still.
Down come the leaves,
Like fleeting years,
Or idle tears
Of love that grieves.
A tinkling trill,
A pallid flight
Like brief delight -
And all is still.
© Gamaliel Bradford