Alice Meynell

(22 September 1847 - 27 November 1922 / London)

Poems of Alice Meynell

21. Your Own Fair Youth 1/3/2003

In Autumn

The leaves are many under my feet,
And drift one way.
Their scent of death is weary and sweet.
A flight of them is in the grey
Where sky and forest meet.

The low winds moan for sad sweet years;
The birds sing all for pain,
Of a common thing, to weary ears,--

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