My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of Love are gone;
The worm the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!
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On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year, st. 2 (1824)Lord Byron
Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which my soul did pine
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.Edgar Allan Poe
If love were what the rose is,
And I were like the leaf,
Our lives would grow together
In sad or singing weather,
Blown fields or flowerful closes,
Green pasture or gray grief;
If love were what the rose is,
And I were like the leaf.Algernon Charles Swinburne
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.Robert Frost
A great many things are dying very violently all the time. The best days for violent deaths are Tuesdays. They are the yellow-paint days. Saturdays are second best -- or worst. Saturdays are red-paint days. The Great Death Game is therefore a contest between red-paint days and yellow-paint days. So far yellow-paint days are winning by thirty-one corpses to twenty-nine. Whatever the colour, a violent death is always celebrated by a firework.
Peter Greenaway
The gods are growing old;
The stars are singing Golden hair to gray
Green leaf to yellow leaf,or chlorophyl
To xanthophyl, to be more scientific.Edwin Arlington Robinson
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