On a Grey Thread/Before Sleep

by Elsa Gidlow

Before Sleep

There is an autumn sadness upon me,A sadness of bared trees,And mist and delicate death of flowers.There is an autumn sadness upon me,A falling of leaves in my soul.

There is an autumn sadness upon me,A dreamfulness in my heart,And a wistful sense of longing.There is faint moaning musicLike cries of departing birds.

There are trembling hands on my eyelids,A dim foreknowledge of tearsAnd dreams, patterning ultimate slumber.There is an autumn sadness upon me,A falling of leaves in my soul.

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