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

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The Falling Of The Leaves

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.

Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001
Edited: Thursday, May 17, 2001


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