Poems (Kemble)/Song (I sing the yellow leaf)

by Frances Anne Kemble

For works with similar titles, see Song.

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      I sing the yellow leaf,        That rustling strews       The wintry path, where grief        Delights to muse, Spring's early violet, that sweetly opes  Its fragrant leaves to the young morning's kiss, Type of our youth's fond dreams, and cherished hopes,  Will soon be this:       A sere and yellow leaf,        That rustling strews       The wintry path, where grief        Delights to muse. The summer's rose, in whose rich hues we read  Pleasure's gay bloom, and love's enchanting bliss, And glory's laurel, waving o'er the dead,  Will soon be this:       A sere and yellow leaf,        That rustling strews       The wintry path, where grief        Delights to muse.