I looked out my window And saw a leaf come floating down. It hesitated, faltered, as if loathe to stop. At last it fell, lifeless and brown, And lay like a dead hope on the walk. Aye, a dead hope! Even thus do our dreams fall, That once were fresh and fair, and beautiful to see. The raw, cold blasts of life's November Have withered them, and now they dull and homely lie, Like autumn leaves, dead, on the walk. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE RANGITAKI VALLEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE FAT LADY by HAYDEN CARRUTH JAWEH AND ALLAH BATTLE by ALLEN GINSBERG SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 1 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH |