Gamaliel Bradford

(9 October 1863 - 11 April 1932 / Boston, Massachusetts)

Brown Leaves - Poem by Gamaliel Bradford

The passage of dead leaves in spring
Is like the aged vanishing.
Amid the bustle and delight
Of beauty thronging sound and sight,
Their lengthened course we hardly know
Nor mark their exit when they go.
Yet through the burst of budding green
And blossoms rich with varied sheen
A brown leaf sometimes flutters by
And breeds a sombre revery.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 4, 2012



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