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Leaves at My Window I watch the leaves that flutter in the wind, Bathing my eyes with coolness and my heart Filling with springs of grateful sense anew, Before my window—in wind and rain and sun. And now the wind is gone and now the rain, And all a motionless moment breathe;... Poet: John James Piatt	The Pity of the Leaves Vengeful across the cold November moors, Loud with ancestral shame there came the bleak, Sad wind that shrieked, and answered with a shriek, Reverberant through lonely corridors. The old man heard it; and he heard, perforce, Words out of lips that were no... Poet: Edwin Arlington Robinson	“Nothing but leaves” Nothing but leaves; the spirit grieves Over a wasted life; Sin committed while conscience slept, Promises made, but never kept, Hatred, battle, and strife; Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves; no garnered sheaves Of life’s... Poet: Lucy Evelina Akerman	Death leaves Us homesick, who behind, Death leaves Us homesick, who behind, Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places, we Like Individuals go Who something lost, the... Poet:
He parts Himself — like Leaves — He parts Himself — like Leaves — And then — He closes up — Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup — And then He runs against And oversets a Rose — And then does Nothing — Then away... Poet:	The fascinating chill that music leaves The fascinating chill that music leaves Is Earth's corroboration Of Ecstasy's impediment — 'Tis Rapture's germination In timid and tumultuous soil A fine — estranging creature — To something upper wooing... Poet:	The Leaves like Women interchange The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence — Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference. The Parties in both cases Enjoining secrecy — Inviolable compact To notoriety... Poet:	To my quick ear the Leaves — conferred — To my quick ear the Leaves — conferred — The Bushes — they were Bells — I could not find a Privacy From Nature's sentinels — In Cave if I presumed to hide The Walls — begun to tell — Creation seemed... Poet: