Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Wednesday Musing


Autumn Song by Daniel 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?

4 comments:

  1. Oh my. Now I feel like hibernating until spring!

    ReplyDelete
  2. lol, 'tis rather a solemn thing eh? Methinks Rossetti was not fond of Autumn.

    ReplyDelete
  3. This reminded me of why I hated Shakespeare in high school - you have to re-read and re-read before it clicks..

    It is a great piece though...

    E.H>

    ReplyDelete