Author John Clare The leaves they flaunted proud & high The summers smiles to meet Tis autumn now & low they lye Beneath the meanest feet Thus natures wisdom boldly dares Impartial truths to show That tells wealths highest proudest heirs They too shall fall as low Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments