THE FALLING OF THE LEAVES
 
 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 patt, ere the season of passion forget us,
 With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.