THE leaf will fall, through green and gold,
To dissolution in the mould.

The tree will fall, and in the sod
Complete its final period.

The night will die when one bright ray
Shoots up and beckons in the day.

And that bright ray in turn will lie
Coffined with all bright things that die;

Swept out to space, when on this shore
Leaf, tree, the earth, (which all upbore),
And day and night shall be no more.