WITH the leaves around her dying, And the wind around her sighing, And her listless hands together, She sits in the autumn weather. The sad little streams are grieving, The poor little birds are leaving, And the flowers and she together Fade in the autumn weather. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1914: 2. SAFETY by RUPERT BROOKE THE SUPPLIANTS: THE WORLD'S HARMONIOUS PLAN by AESCHYLUS |