English poem
In the Fall o’ Year
by Thomas S. Jones (1882–1932)
I went back an old-time lane In the fall o' year, There was wind and bitter rain And the leaves were sere.
Once the birds were lilting high In a far-off May— I remember, you and I Were as glad as they.
But the branches now are bare And the lad you knew, Long ago was buried there— Long ago, with you!