(Autumn Song) <br /> <br /> Chill breezes moaning are <br /> Where leaves hang yellow: <br /> O'er the grey hills afar <br /> Flies the last swallow; <br />To come again, my love, to come again <br /> Blithe with the summer. <br />But Ah! the long months ere we welcome then <br /> That bright new comer. <br /> <br /> Cold lie the flowers and dead <br /> Where leaves are falling. <br /> Meekly they bowed and sped <br /> At Autumn's calling. <br />To come again, my love, to come again <br /> Blithe with the swallow. <br />Ah! might I dreaming lie at rest till then, <br /> Or rise and follow! <br /> <br /> The summer blooms are gone, <br /> And bright birds darting; <br /> Cold lies the earth forlorn; <br /> And we are parting. <br />To meet again, my love, to meet again <br /> In deathless greeting, <br />But ah! what wintry bitterness of pain <br /> Ere that far meeting!<br /><br />Mary Colborne-Veel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/resurgam-2/
