Autumn Song By Dante Gabriel Rossetti Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf How the heart feels a languid grief Laid on it for a covering, And how sleep seems a goodly thing In Autumn at the fall of the leaf? And how the swift beat of the brain Falters because it is in vain, In Autumn at the fall of the leaf Knowest thou not? and how the chief Of joys seems—not to suffer pain? Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf How the soul feels like a dried sheaf Bound up at length for harvesting, And how death seems a comely thing In Autumn at the fall of the leaf? Poetry Foundation
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Great image. Great poem. Thanks for sharing My Friend.
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Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Goff. 🙂
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Pleasure My Friend. Happy Saturday.
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Happy Saturday to you, also, Goff! 😎
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Cheers.
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Another winner! Thank you, Sunnyside!!
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My pleasure, always, Susan! Thanks for sharing your thoughts. 🙂❤️
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You are very welcome.♥️
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The poem touched my heart ❤ The woman portrayed in Leo Putz' painting grabbed my attention and held me with her defiant look and posture. Love his bold style.
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She does say a lot with that body language, doesn’t she?! lol Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Rosaliene. 🙂
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Haunting, both poem and portrait.
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Thanks for sharing your thoughts, John. 🙂
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