When Autumn Leaves
Autumn left them long ago. If
I should see their lonely skulls, with
Their gazes empty and voices haunting do
They call me, strained with longing. Who
Can sense their regret and effect in his mind
Where they slept and died and wept? I find
The rats are gone. They left me no reason.
The last one starved to death last season.
When at last the black snow clears,
I meet long rows of comrades dear
Overtaken by a simple breeze
As whirling winds now bid me leave.
Still I will stay a while yet,
That the Earth honors not these dead.
So I leave in cold Earth’s stead
Autumn leaves for a deathbed.
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