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. At Eleusis
2. Affirm
3. Intermediary
4. Queries
5. Praise Day

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