The Poetry Corner

Epitaph

By Sara Teasdale

Serene descent, as a red leaf's descending When there is neither wind nor noise of rain, But only autum air and the unending Drawing of all things to the earth again. So be it, let the snow fall deep and cover All that was drunken once with light and air. The earth will not regret her tireless lover, Nor he awake to know she does not care.