William Butler Yeats

(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

The Falling Of The Leaves - Poem by William Butler Yeats

AUTUMN is over the long leaves that love us,
And over the mice in the barley sheaves;
Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us,
And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves.
The hour of the waning of love has beset us,
And weary and worn are our sad souls now;
Let us patt, ere the season of passion forget us,
With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.

Comments about The Falling Of The Leaves by William Butler Yeats

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: autumn, passion, kiss, sad, love

Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 17, 2001

[Hata Bildir]