Emily Jane Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848 / Thornton / Yorkshire)
'Fall, leaves, fall'
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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