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All crying "We will go with you, O Wind!"
The foliage follow him, leaf and stem; / But a sleep oppresses them as they go, / And they end by bidding him stay with them.
Since ever they flung abroad in spring / The leaves had promised themselves this flight, / Who now would fain seek sheltering wall, / Or thicket, or hollow place for the night.
And now they answer his summoning blast / With an ever vaguer and vaguer stir, / Or at utmost a little reluctant whirl / That drops them no further than where they were.
I only hope that when I am free / As they are free to go in quest / Of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life / It may not seem better to me to rest.