Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

Leaves

ONE by one, like leaves from a tree
All my faiths have forsaken me;
But the stars above my head
Burn in white and delicate red,
And beneath my feet the earth
Brings the sturdy grass to birth.
I who was content to be
But a silken-singing tree,
But a rustle of delight
In the wistful heart of night--
I have lost the leaves that knew
Touch of rain and weight of dew.
Blinded by a leafy crown
I looked neither up nor down--
But the little leaves that die
Have left me room to see the sky;
Now for the first time I know
Stars above and earth below.

1. Arcturus
2. A Little While
3. Understanding
4. Since There Is No Escape
5. White Fog

Robert Service (Роберт Сервис) Leaves ("The leaves are falling one and one")

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