Autumn Song, W H Auden

About the author: W.H. Auden is one of the greatest poets of English literature.

Autumn Song: W.H. Auden

Now the are falling fast,N

Nurse'sflowers will not last;

Nurses to the graves are gone,
And the prams go rolling on.

Whispering neighbours, left and right,
Pluck us from the real delight;
And the active hands must freeze,
Lonely on the separate knees.

Dead in hundreds at the back
Follow wooden in our track;
Arms raised stiffly to reprove
In false attitude of love.

Starving through the leafless wood
Trolls run scolding for their food;
And The Nightingale is dumb
And Angel will not come.

Cold, impossible, ahead
Lifts the mountains lovely head;
Whose white waterfall food bless
Travellers in their last distress.