When The Leaves Fall In Autumn. — From the Italian of Lorenzo Stecchetti
WHEN the leaves fall in autumn, and you go
To seek the cross that marks my lonely grave,
In that far corner where they laid me low
The nodding wild-flowers o’er my bones shall wave.
Oh, pluck you then, to deck your golden hair,
The flowers born of my heart which blossom there:
They are the songs I dreamed, but ne’er have sung,
The words of love you heard not on my tongue.
G. A. Greene.