Poem by Leigh Gordon Giltner

Under the Leaves

The phalanxes of corn stand grim and serried,
    Dull gold the sodden sheaves,
The violets that smiled with Spring are buried
        Under the leaves.

Along the land the Winter's doom is creeping
    All vainly Autumn grieves;
And she who made my heart's sweet Spring is sleeping
        Under the leaves.

1. Severance
2. Hagar
3. Spartacus
4. To One Who Sleeps
5. In Woodland Ways

Albert Laighton Under the Leaves ("Oft have I walked these woodland paths")

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