rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
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flying_blind

Emily's Favorite Weather

FALL, LEAVES, FALL

Emily Bronte


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.


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