SONG, by EMILY JANE BRONTEPoet AnalysisPoet's Biography
First Line: Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away Last Line: Ushers in a drearier day. Alternate Author Name(s): Bell, Ellis
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me, Fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night's decay Ushers in a drearier day.