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?
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?
Burning leaves and hot chocolate,
Bea
The type of poetry that I read in the AABBA format usually starts with things like "there once was a man from Nantucket." Thanks for teaching us both a little class.
ReplyDeleteWhere is that "Like" button?
ReplyDeleteInteresting last two lines there. It's so true, how, as we marvel over all the beauty of the leaves changing color, ultimately, they're in the process of dying. We don't often think of death as "comely" but in this case, it sure is.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the poem! What a lovely way to think about the season. :)
LOVE.
ReplyDeleteA Beer for the Shower, Those Limericks are fun to read. I'm glad you enjoyed this one.
ReplyDeleteWillyBCool, Those 'like' buttons would be nice on blogger...or maybe they exist and I don't know.
Barb, Glad you like it. :D
Peggy, Thanks for stopping by and commenting.