The House of the Trees
& Other Poems


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

Autumn Days



AUTUMN days are sun crowned,
    Full of laughing breath;
Light their leafy feet are dancing
    Down the way to death.

Scarlet-shrouded to the grave
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    I watch them gayly go;
So may I as blithely die
    Before November snow. [Page 20]