Ah me! a leaf with sighs can wring

Whereer it listeth?

To glory breakest, -

And drop together,

My lips asunder -

And at a blast, which is not wind,

Thou, from the darkening deathly curse

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Which is the weakest thing of all

I must grow sadder.

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Yet, Heart, when sun and cloud are pined

Mine heart can ponder?

The forests wither,

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The wind, a little leaf above,

Guarding the weakest!

My days were gladder;

Though sere, resisteth?

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What time that yellow leaf was green,

The cloud, a little wind can move

The sun, a little cloud can pall

The Strongest of the universe