Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SONG OF THE OLD LEAVES, by HILMA PARSONS


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THE SONG OF THE OLD LEAVES, by                    
First Line: The autumn wind in a gust of joy
Last Line: "the lady of death is queen of the world!"
Subject(s): Autumn; Death; Oak Trees; Seasons; Fall; Dead, The


The Autumn wind in a gust of joy
Swept through my tranquil dreams;
Trees from their slumbering swayed and traced
A pattern of silver filigree gleams

Upon my wall and in swift delight
The oak leaves danced in glee,
Rustling and singing a lilting song;
"The Lady of Death is setting us free."

Then louder longer the wind laughed out
And wildly gay leaves whirled;
"Lady of Death, sweet Lady of Death,
We see in your eyes the rim of the world."

They tapped and danced on my window sill;
Some gaily flew to me,
Drifting to rest on my counterpane
To whisper and sigh, "Ah, now we are free."

Today the leaves like a carpet lie
All yellow, brown and curled,
Crackling and chuckling beneath my tread,
"The Lady of Death is Queen of the World!"





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