Closing Chord
The last, pale light went from the day,
The early passions have rustled down,
The holy wine of my joys spilled
Now my heart weeps in the night and listens
After the echo of its young celebrations,
Which trails off so placidly in the dark,
So shadowy, like wilted leaves falling
On an abandoned grave in autumn night.
poem by Georg Trakl
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Also see the following:
- quotes about autumn
- quotes about wine
- quotes about tomb
- quotes about falling leaves
- quotes about school
- quotes about time
- quotes about heart
- quotes about peace
No comments until now.