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. Well Hast Thou Spoke
3. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore
4. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning
5. How Clear She Shines!

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