The Upper Birch-Leaves
Warm yellowy-green In the blue serene, How they skip and sway On this autumn day! They cannot know What has happened below, - That their boughs down there Are already quite bare, That their own will be When a week has passed, - For they jig as in glee To this very last. But no; there lies At times in their tune A note that cries What at first I fear I did not hear: "O we remember At each wind's hollo - Though life holds yet - We go hence soon, For 'tis November; - But that you follow You may forget!"
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