Autumn is over the long leaves that love us,
And over the mice in the barley sheaves;
Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us,
And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves.
The hour of the waning of love has beset us,
And weary and worn are our sad souls now;
Let us patt, ere the season of passion forget us,
With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.
The Falling Of The Leaves
William Butler Yeats
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Poem topics: autumn, kiss, passion, sad, wild, long, tear, Season, forget, yellow, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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