Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)

A Fallen Leaf

A trusting little leaf of green,
A bold audacious frost;
A rendezvous, a kiss or two,
And youth for ever lost.
Ah, me!
The bitter, bitter cost.

A flaunting patch of vivid red,
That quivers in the sun;
A windy gust, a grave of dust,
The little race is run.
Ah, me!
Were that the only one.

1. Helen of Troy
2. The Birth of the Orchid
3. The Coming Man
4. The Phantom Ball
5. Why the Spring is Late

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