Dead Leaves

The breaking dead leaves ’neath my feet
A plaintive melody repeat,
Recalling shattered hopes that lie
As relics of a bygone sky.

Again I thread the mazy past,
Back where the mounds are scattered fast—
Oh! foolish tears, why do you start,
To break of dead leaves in the heart?


This poem is in the public domain. 

About this Poem

“Dead Leaves” was published in The Heart of a Woman and Other Poems (The Cornhill Company, 1918).