‘WHERE shall we go for our garlands glad <br /> At the falling of the year, <br />When the burnt-up banks are yellow and sad, <br /> When the boughs are yellow and sere? <br />Where are the old ones that once we had, <br /> And when are the new ones near? <br />What shall we do for our garlands glad <br /> At the falling of the year?’ <br />‘Child! can I tell where the garlands go? <br /> Can I say where the lost leaves veer <br />On the brown-burnt banks, when the wild winds blow, <br /> When they drift through the dead-wood drear? <br />Girl! when the garlands of next year glow, <br /> You may gather again, my dear— <br />But I go where the last year’s lost leaves go <br /> At the falling of the year.’<br /><br />Adam Lindsay Gordon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-of-autumn/
