Autumn leaves ~

Autumn Leaves 

Jones Very (1813 ~ 1880)

The leaves though thick are falling; one by one

Decayed they drop from off their parent tree;

Their work with autumn's latest day is done,

Thou see'st them borne upon its breezes free;

They lie strown here and there , their many dyes

That yesterday so caught thy passing eye;

Soiled by the rain each leaf neglected lies,

Upon the path where now thou hurriest by;

Yet think thee not their beauteous tints less fair,

Than when they hung so gaily o'er thy head;

But rather find thee eyes, and look thee there

Where now thy feet so heedless o'er them tread;

And thou shalt see where wasting now they lie,

The unseen hues of immortality. 

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