Thomas Hardy's old woman "raking up leaves" in his "Autumn in King's Hintock Park" brought to mind the opening lines of the following poem by A. S. J. Tessimond. Beyond this, I'm not sure that the poems have much in common -- apart from autumn.
"Cloth Hall Mills, Dewsbury"
Already men are brushing up
Brown leaves around the saddened parks.
At Marble Arch the nights draw in
Upon expounders of Karl Marx.
By the Round Pond the lovers feel
Heavier dews, and grow uneasy.
Elderly men don overcoats,
Catch cold -- sniff -- become hoarse and wheezy.
Grey clouds streak across chill white skies.
Refuse and dirty papers blow
About the gutters. Shoppers hurry,
Oppressed by vague autumnal woe.
The cats that pick amongst the empty
Gold Flake boxes, sniffing orts
From frowsy fish-shops, seem beruffled,
Limp of tail and out of sorts.
Policemen are pale and fin-de-siecle.
The navvy's arm wilts and relaxes.
With more than usual bitterness
Bus-drivers curse impulsive taxis.
A general malaise descends:
Desire for something none can say.
And autumn brings once more the pangs
Of this our annual decay!
A. S. J Tessimond, Collected Poems (edited by Hubert Nicholson) (Bloodaxe Books 2010).
My response is: "Ah, it isn't that bad!" However, I do understand what he means by "vague autumnal woe." Although I never feel "oppressed" by it. Wistful perhaps. Bittersweet perhaps. But never "oppressed."
I also understand what he means by "desire for something none can say." But I wouldn't link it to "a general malaise" that "descends" with autumn. After all, isn't "desire for something none can say" a description of the human condition in general, rather than just a feeling peculiar to autumn? I only presume to speak for myself, of course.