.fragments .fugitifs


Autumn leaf .III

  Autumn leaf .III  


Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?     Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,-- While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,     And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn     Among the river sallows, borne aloft         Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; [...]

To Autumn -- John Keats