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Poems and Lancashire Songs

By Edwin Waugh. Fourth Edition, With Additions
 

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WHAT MAKES YOUR LEAVES FALL DOWN?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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WHAT MAKES YOUR LEAVES FALL DOWN?

I

What makes your leaves fall down,
Ye drooping autumn flowers?
What makes your green go brown,
Ye fading autumn bowers?
Oh, thou complaining gale,
That wand'rest sad and lone,
What sorrows swell the tale
Of that funereal moan?

II

Have ye felt love like mine,
And met with like return,

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That ye do thus decline,
And thus appear to mourn?
Ah, no! content, methinks,
Ye glide into decay,
As pensive evening sinks,
At close of summer day.

III

Fall down, ye leafy bowers!
And drift upon the gales;
Fade on, ye sleepy flowers!
It is my heart that wails;
Blow on, thou quiet wind!
It was a fancied moan—
The echo of a mind
That feels its pleasure gone.