Christopher Morley

(5 May 1890 – 28 March 1957 / Haverford, Pennslyvania)

Burning Leaves, November - Poem by Christopher Morley

THESE are the folios of April,
All the library of spring,
Missals gilt and rubricated
With the frost's illumining.

Ruthless, we destroy these treasures,
Set the torch with hand profane-
Gone, like Alexandrian vellums,
Like the books of burnt Louvain!

Yet these classics are immortal:
O collectors, have no fear,
For the publisher will issue
New editions every year.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010

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