Rosemary and Pansies/Autumn Song

by Bertram Dobell

For works with similar titles, see Autumn Song.

AUTUMN SONG

(From the French of Paul Verlaine)

The autumn gale
Doth sob and wail
Like viols eerie;
Its monotone,
So like a groan,
My soul doth weary.

And hark! a bell
That's like a knell
For dead hope tolling!
Then sorrows past
Arise and fast
The tears are rolling!

Sad sport of grief,
Like a dead leaf
I shrink and wither;
No refuge nigh
I vainly fly
Hither and thither.