Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf <br />How the heart feels a languid grief <br /> Laid on it for a covering, <br /> And how sleep seems a goodly thing <br />In Autumn at the fall of the leaf? <br /> <br />And how the swift beat of the brain <br />Falters because it is in vain, <br /> In Autumn at the fall of the leaf <br /> Knowest thou not? and how the chief <br />Of joys seems—not to suffer pain? <br /> <br />Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf <br />How the soul feels like a dried sheaf <br /> Bound up at length for harvesting, <br /> And how death seems a comely thing <br />In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-song/
