Poem by Katharine Tynan

Autumnal

THE Autumn leaves are dying quietly,
Scarlet and orange, underfoot they lie;
    They had their youth and prime
    And now's the dying time;
Alas, alas, the young, the beloved, must die!

They are dying like the leaves of Autumn fast,
Scattered and broken, blown on every blast:
    The darling young, the brave,
    Love had no power to save.
Poor Love-lies-bleeding, Love's in ruins, downcast.

Alas, alas, the Autumn leaves are flying!
They had their Summer and 'tis time for dying.
    But these had barely Spring.
    Love trails a broken wing,
Walks through deserted woods, moaning and sighing.

1. Sweet Pea
2. The Vestal
3. The Pastoral Pilgrim
4. Any Mother
5. The Mother of Three

Ernest Dowson Autumnal ("Pale amber sunlight falls across")

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