Autumn Song

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?