Fall, leaves, fall

Un magnifique poème anglais, impossible à traduire en français:

A beautiful english poem, impossible to translate in French:


"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."

Emily Jane Brontë