English poem
After Heine
by Rennell Rodd (1858–1941)
The leaves are falling, falling, The yellow treetops wave, Ah, all delight and beauty Is drawing to the grave.
About the wood's crest flicker The wan sun's laggard rays, They are the parting kisses Of fleeting summer days.
Meseems I should be shedding The heart's-tears from my eyes, The day will keep recalling The time of our good-byes:
I knew that you were dying And I must pass away, Oh I was the waning summer, And you were the wood's decay.
1881.