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Warm yellowy-green / In the blue serene, / How they skip and sway / On this autumn day! / They cannot know / What has happened below,- / That their boughs down there / Are already quite bare, / That their own will be / When a week has passed,- / For they jig as in glee / To this very last.
But no; there lies / At times in their tune / A note that cries / What at first I fear / I did not hear: / "O we remember / At each wind's hollo- / Though life holds yet- / We go hence soon, / For 'tis November; / -But that you follow / You may forget! "