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ONE by one, like leaves from a tree, / All my faiths have forsaken me; / But the stars above my head / Burn in white and delicate red, / And beneath my feet the earth / Brings the sturdy grass to birth.
I who was content to be / But a silken-singing tree, / But a rustle of delight / In the wistful heart of night -- / I have lost the leaves that knew / Touch of rain and weight of dew.
Blinded by a leafy crown / I looked neither up nor down -- / But the little leaves that die / Have left me room to see the sky; / Now for the first time I know / Stars above and earth below.