English Poetry. Joanna Baillie. The Last Leaf. Джоанна Бейли.

Joanna Baillie (Джоанна Бейли)

The Last Leaf

THOU last pale relic from yon widow'd tree,
Hovering awhile in air, as if to leave
Thy native sprig reluctant, how I grieve,
And heave the sigh of kindred sympathy,

That thou art fall'n!—for I too whilom play'd
Upon the topmost bough of youth's gay spring;
Have sported blithe on summer's golden wing;
And now I see my fleeting autumn fade.

Yet, "sear and yellow leaf," though thou and I
Thus far resemble, and this frame, like thee,
In the cold silent ground be doom'd to lie,
Thou never more will climb thy parent tree;

But I, through faith in my Redeemer, trust,
That I shall rise again, ev'n from the dust.

Joanna Baillie’s other poems:

1. Hooly and Fairly
2. It Fell on a Morning Whan We Were Thrang
3. Fee him, Father
4. A Reverie
5. Hay-Making

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Last Leaf (“The leaves throng thick above”)

Oliver Holmes (Оливер Холмс) The Last Leaf (“I saw him once before”) 1836

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