Jezebel

PERDITA. LIKE leaves that fall before the sullen wind At summer’s parting kiss and autumn’s call, Lost thoughts fly half-forgotten from my mind, Like leaves that fall. They shall not come again ; the wintry pall Of consciousness clouds o’er them ; they shall find No rest, no hope, no tear, no funeral. Into the night, despairing, bleeding, blind, They pass, nor know their former place at all, Lost to my soul, to God, to all mankind, Like leaves that fall.