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The leaves are many under my feet, / And drift one way. / Their scent of death is weary and sweet. / A flight of them is in the grey / Where sky and forest meet.
The low winds moan for dead sweet years; / The birds sing all for pain, / Of a common thing, to weary ears, -- / Only a summer's fate of rain, / And a woman's fate of tears.