Autumn Song (Verlaine)

by Paul Verlaine

For works with similar titles, see Autumn Song.

The long sobs
Of violins
Of autumn
Wound my heart
With a monotone
Languor.

All breathless
And pale, when
The hour sounds,
I remember
Former days
And I cry;

And I go
In an ill wind
Which carries me
Here, there,
Like a
Dead leaf.