On the Pulse of Morning by Maya Angelou | Poetry Foundation

This poem was in my email yesterday from the Poetry Foundation.

A Rock, A River, A Tree
— Read on http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48990/on-the-pulse-of-morning

Fall, leaves, fall by Emily Brontë #poem

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;

Lengthen night and shorten day;

Every leaf speaks bliss to me

Fluttering from the autumn tree.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow

Blossom where the rose should grow;

I shall sing when night’s decay

Ushers in a drearier day.