  The red and yellow leaf Came down upon the wind, Across the ripened grain; The red and yellow leaf, Before me and behind, Sang shrilly in my brain: “Pride and growth of spring, Ease, and olden cheer, Shall no longer be: What benighted thing, Dreamer, dost thou here? Follow, follow me! “Youth is done, and skill; Any more to thee? Pale thou art and chill; All of love is dust: Follow, follow me!” “Thou red and yellow leaf, O whither?” from my staff I called adown the wind; The red and yellow leaf, I heard its mocking laugh Before me and behind! |
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