Poem by Emily Jane Brontë

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Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night's decay
Ushers in a drearier day. 

1. The Elder's Rebuke
2. The Wanderer from the Fold
3. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning
4. If Grief For Grief Can Touch Thee
5. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore

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