Warm yellowy-green
In the blue serene,
How they skip and sway
On this autumn day!
They cannot know
What has happened below, -
That their boughs down there
Are already quite bare,
That their own will be
When a week has passed, -
For they jig as in glee
To this very last.
But no; there lies
At times in their tune
A note that cries
What at first I fear
I did not hear:
"O we remember
At each wind's hollo -
Though life holds yet -
We go hence soon,
For 'tis November;
- But that you follow
You may forget!"
The Upper Birch-leaves
Thomas Hardy
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Poem topics: autumn, fear, green, life, remember, wind, blue, hear, forget, warm, follow, Valentine's Day, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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