(From the French)
The moon was in the sky,
Pale, pale her light had grown
I went into the forest
All alone.
All alone,
My heart was well-nigh glad,
But when I thought of thee
Grief came and made me sad.
It came with the winds of autumn
When the dead leaves drop from the tree,
Because thy heart hath forgotten
Thy lover afar from thee.
It came with the rain fast falling
Through the dead leaves again,
Because that over a dead love
The heart must weep like rain.
Bohemian Folk-song
Arthur Symons
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Poem topics: autumn, grief, light, moon, sad, sky, tree, fast, glad, thought, alone, love, rain, I love you, heart, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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