Autumn Song (Irwin)


From the boughs o’erhead
The leaves are floating down;
Some are flaming red,
And some are withered brown,
Slow they flutter through the air,
And sailing, spinning,
Sinking to the ground,
Lie scattered everywhere.

Some fall in the street,
And some fall on the grass,
Some the children feet
Send flying as they pass,
Some lie in the gutters wide
And when it rains, sail
Off like fairy boats
A-down the rushing tide.

Some are raked in piles
And burned by pleading fire;
Some are blown for miles
By winds that never tire,
Some lie through long winter hours
As covers for the
Sleeping little seeds
Before they wake to flowers.

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