Littell's Living Age/Volume 149/Issue 1931/Autumn Leaves

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Autumn Leaves[edit]


Before the songs I joy in singing, So young, such wafts of perfume bringing,

    Endured the brunt the world allows,

Far from the crowd and all its crushing, Ah! how they bloomed, a garland blushing,

    How green and fragrant, on my brows!

Now torn from off the tree that beareth, Flowers which the blighting northwind teareth,

    — Like a dream's leavings pitiable —

They wander, scattered hither and thither, In dustiness and mud to wither,

    At the winds' and the waters' will.

And like dead leaves in autumn showered, I see them, of their bloom deflowered,

    Blown all along the barren lea;

The while a crowd that presses round me, And treads to earth the wreath that crowned me,

    Goes laughing at the naked tree.