A Lament for the Leaves
The trees look sad—sad—I long for the leaves,
Green leaves that shimmer—and shelter the nests that the song-birds make.
The earth is glad—glad—but my spirit grieves.
Break forth from your buds and awake
O! leaves!
Green leaves that shimmer—and shelter the nests that the song-birds make.
The earth is glad—glad—but my spirit grieves.
Break forth from your buds and awake
O! leaves!
I remember the woods last year and the thick fresh leaves
How they fluttered and flickered and sighed, rustled and quivered all day. . . .
I almost fancy I hear their song to the breeze,
The fickle breeze that faltered and wavered, but would not stay.
I long for the leaves!
How they fluttered and flickered and sighed, rustled and quivered all day. . . .
I almost fancy I hear their song to the breeze,
The fickle breeze that faltered and wavered, but would not stay.
I long for the leaves!
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