Leaf-strewing gales <br />Utter low wails <br />Like violins,-- <br />Till on my soul <br />Their creeping dole <br />Stealthily wins.... <br /> <br />Days long gone by! <br />In such hour, I, <br />Choking and pale, <br />Call you to mind,-- <br />Then like the wind <br />Weep I and wail. <br /> <br />And, as by wind <br />Harsh and unkind, <br />Driven by grief, <br />Go I, here, there, <br />Recking not where, <br />Like the dead leaf.<br /><br />Paul Verlaine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chanson-d-automne/
