I Need Not Hear

by John Vance Cheney

John Vance Cheney

I need not hear the moan they make,

The winds on hill and shore;

I need not hear the hearts that break

For joys that are no more.

Call not, O naked, wailing Fall,

O man's unhappy race!

One drifting leaf, it tells me all;

'T is all in one pale face.

Last updated January 14, 2019