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I MARKED when the weather changed, / And the panes began to quake, / And the winds rose up and ranged, / That night, lying half-awake.
Dead leaves blew into my room, / And alighted upon my bed, / And a tree declared to the gloom / Its sorrow that they were shed.
One leaf of them touched my hand, / And I thought that it was you / There stood as you used to stand, / And saying at last you knew!