Robert Laurence Binyon

(1869-1943 / England)

Autumn Song - Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon

All is wild with change,
Large the yellow leaves
Hang, so frail and few.
Now they go, they too
Flutter, lifted, lying,
Everywhither strewn.
All is wild with change.

Nothing shrinks or grieves.
There's no time for sighing.
Night comes fast on noon,
Dawn treads after soon;
Days are springing, dying,
We with them are flying.
All is wild with change.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010

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