Are the leaves falling round about <br />The churchyard on the hill? <br />Is the glow of autumn going out? <br />Is that the winter chill? <br />And yet through winter's noise, no doubt <br />The graves are very still! <br /> <br />Are the woods empty, voiceless, bare? <br />On sodden leaves do you tread? <br />Is nothing left of all those fair? <br />Is the whole summer fled? <br />Well, so from this unwholesome air <br />Have gone away these dead! <br /> <br />The seasons pierce me; like a leaf <br />I feel the autumn blow, <br />And tremble between nature's grief <br />And the silent death below. <br />O Summer, thou art very brief! <br />Where do these exiles go? <br /> <br /> <br />Gilesgate, Durham.<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-autumn-song/
