Autumn
Language: English 
Autumn leaves are falling
About her new-made grave
Where the tall grass bends to listen
To the murmur of the wave.

Laden autumn, here I stand
With my sheaves in either hand;
Speak the word that sets me free,
Naught but rest seems good to me.

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Researcher for this page: Joost van der Linden [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2026-02-01
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