A fall poem by Emily Bronte

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Teaching has been rather hectic but I keep thinking about blogging, so do-or-die, I am going to post, dangit!

If you haven’t noticed–it’s extremely fall out there in the world, so I thought I would share this poem by Emily Bronte, because, well, it’s a very fall poem.


Fall, Leaves, FallBy Emily Bronte

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;

Lengthen day 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.