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 Bronte
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