"Where shall we go for our garlands glad At the falling of the year, When the burnt-up banks are yellow and sad, When the boughs are yellow and sere? Where are the old ones that once we had, And when are the new ones near? What shall we do for our garlands glad At the falling of the year?" "Child! can I tell where the garlands go? Can I say where the lost leaves veer On the brown-burnt banks, when the wild winds blow, When they drift through the dead-wood drear? Girl! when the garlands of next year glow, YOU may gather again, my dear -- But I go where the last year's lost leaves go At the falling of the year." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE AFTER WINTER by STERLING ALLEN BROWN A FAREWELL TO TOBACCO by CHARLES LAMB MAUD MULLER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE VIGIL OF JOSEPH by ELSA BARKER THE BLACK FOX OF SALMON RIVER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |