AUTUMN SONG - Sarojini Naidu

AUTUMN  SONG Sarojini Naidu  Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,    The sunset hangs on a cloud; A golden storm of glittering sheaves, Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,    The wild wind blows in a cloud. Hark to a voice that is calling    To my heart in the voice of the wind: My heart is weary and sad and alone, For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone,    And why should I stay behind?