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The leaves that fall on the grassy wall,And the rain dropping out of the apple tree!
And is it only a passing dream?
For I know not why, but these things seem
Just now worth more than the world to me.
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Fast the leaves fall on the grassy wall;Fast drops the rain from the apple tree;
And if I could feel what I feel now
But a moment longer, I think I should know
More than ever was known, or known will be.
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Wherefore? Leaves fall all day on the wall,All day drops rain from the apple tree.
But never before did the leaves and the rain,
And they doubtless will never, never again,
Seem about to impart such a secret to me.
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Mere leaves that fall on yonder wall!Mere rain dropping down out of yonder tree!
What matter? If Nature has something to say,
Let her take her own time, let her choose her own way,
So long as at last she will say it to me.
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Ah! but leaves will fall, as now, on the wall,And rain, as now, drop from out of the tree,
Many, many a day, while the chance, I know,
Is lost! I have miss'd what, a moment ago,
The leaves and the rain had confided to me.
| The poems of Owen Meredith (Honble Robert Lytton.) | |