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J. C. Squire, ed. A Book of Women’s Verse. 1921.

By Emily Brontë (1818–1848)

Fall, Leaves, Fall

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.