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A FALLING LEAF.
My love is one of the falling leaves
That flourished high in the blue,
Taking part in the dreamwork the gossamer weaves
Out of gauzy sunlight and dew;
My love believed what the spring believes,
With nothing to promise it true:
That flourished high in the blue,
Taking part in the dreamwork the gossamer weaves
Out of gauzy sunlight and dew;
My love believed what the spring believes,
With nothing to promise it true:
And lived like a leaf, and rose so high
On a topmost bough in the smiling sky,
That it joyed, did my love, as the blithest may,
Ay, joyed in its heaven of fond belief,
In its hope, in its gossamer dream, as a leaf
In its summer that passeth away.
On a topmost bough in the smiling sky,
That it joyed, did my love, as the blithest may,
Ay, joyed in its heaven of fond belief,
In its hope, in its gossamer dream, as a leaf
In its summer that passeth away.
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And now that the sky is darkened and chill,
My love scarce dreams or believes:
My broken love, stay a moment still,
For a word, a token, a sound—
It trembles, it falls with the falling leaves,
It will die, one of them, on the ground.
My love scarce dreams or believes:
My broken love, stay a moment still,
For a word, a token, a sound—
It trembles, it falls with the falling leaves,
It will die, one of them, on the ground.
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