Know'st thou not at the fall of the
How the heart feels a languid
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
And how the swift beat of the
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the
Knowest thou not? and how the
Of joys seems--not to suffer pain?
Know'st thou not at the fall of the
How the soul feels like a dried
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
