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A Song of Autumn by Adam Lindsay Gordon Read for LibriVox.org by Doug Fajardo Where shall we go for our garlands glad At the falling of the year? When the burnt-up banks are yellow and sad, When the bows are yellow and sear, Where are the old ones that once we had, And when are the new ones near?
What shall we do for our garlands glad At the falling of the year? Child, can I tell where the garlands go? Can I say where the lost leaves veer? On the brown burnt banks, when the wild winds blow, When they drift through the deadwood drear? Girl, when the garlands of next year glow, You may gather again, my dear, but I go Where the last year's lost leaves go,
At the falling of the year.
