Leaf-strewing gales
Utter low wails
Like violins,-
Till on my soul
Their creeping dole
Stealthily wins….
Days long gone by!
In such hour, I,
Choking and pale,
Call you to mind,-
Then like the wind
Weep I and wail.
And, as by wind
Harsh and unkind,
Driven by grief,
Go I, here, there,
Recking not where,
Like the dead leaf.
Chanson D'automne [english]
Paul Verlaine
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Poem topics: grief, soul, long, mind, wind, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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