There is an end to grief! .... As there is an end To the scarlet leaf: Follow it whirling Over brown hilltops, Seeking dark spaces, Somnolent places; Drugging its pain In a last wild embrace With the furious rain; Then to lie huddled (Buried in grasses -- Unknowing, there passes A storm overhead); Once vivid as rust, Upon the earth's crust Now dissolving to dust! There is an end to grief! .... Witness the calm Of the mouldering leaf! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECHOES: 4. INVICTUS by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE ENCHANTMENT by THOMAS OTWAY TO MY EXCELLENT LUCASIA, ON OUR FRIENDSHIP. 17TH JULY 1651 by KATHERINE PHILIPS CLEOPATRA by WILLIAM WETMORE STORY TO HELEN KELLER by FRANCES BEEBE A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 11 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE THRESHOLD by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |