DYING LEAVES 69 



' And when their broadening shade 



Covers the green-sward hot, 

 There, where we once our sheltering shadows 

 laid, 



O World, forget us not ! 



' Farewell ! we needs must go ! 



Farewell ! ' the brown leaves sigh. 

 Trembling they go ; sighing and murmuring low, 



Gentlv thev fall and die. 



