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. Honour's Martyr
2. Warning and Reply
3. The Elder's Rebuke
4. Anticipation
5. Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee

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