THE FALLING OF THE LEAVES

by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

      UTUMN 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.

"The Falling of the Leaves" is reprinted from Crossways. W.B. Yeats. 1889.

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