Wednesday, October 8, 2008


Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,
Why do ye fall so fast?
your date is not so past,
but you may stay yet here awhile
to blush and gently smile,
And go at last.

what, were ye born to be
An hour or ahlf's delight,
And so to bid good night?
T'was pity nature brought ye forth
merely to show your worth
And lost you quite.

but you are lovely leaves, where we
May read how soon things have
Their end, though ne'er so brave:
And after they have shown their pride
like you awhile, they glide
into the grave.