The falling of the leaves

        THE FALLING OF THE LEAVES

        by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

    AUTUMN is over the long leaves that love us,
    And over the mice in the barley sheaves;
    Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us,
    And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves.
             
    The hour of the waning of love has beset us,
    And weary and worn are our sad souls now;
    Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us,
    With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.

 

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  1. Hey Hello You! (Didn’t know where to leave this ‘general’ comment.)

    New to your blog – have thoroughly enjoyed browsing – so much of interest!! Some things that are familiar to me and many many things I know nothing about….Bed time reading has suddenly taken on an altogether new meaning!! 🙂

    All the sections are wonderful – enlightening!! but may I be so bold as to suggest that I think your blog lacks a little light-heartedness – a section on ‘FOOTWEAR’ would be grand!
    What do you think??
    Maybe all your readers could send in a pic of their ultimate ‘feel good shoe’ !!?? Be it the humble slipper that one puts on with a sigh of comfort as one relaxes after a long day at work, the favourite flip-flop one always wears on a warm sandy beach , the climbing boot one wore as one trekked up Kilimanjaro or Ben Nevis, or the sexy little ‘kitten heel’ that one slides one’s foot into for an evening of pleasure.
    Maybe even favourite quotes about shoes…..oh how my mind races…….but maybe that is because I am ‘shallow & frivolous’…….
    M

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