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;...
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Vengeful across the cold November moors, |
Nothing but leaves; the spirit grieves Nothing but leaves; no garnered sheaves |
Death leaves Us homesick, who behind, |
He parts Himself — like Leaves — |
The fascinating chill that music leaves |
The Leaves like Women interchange |
To my quick ear the Leaves — conferred — |