THE LEAVES 



" Ye lispers, whisperers, singers in storms. 

 Ye consciences murmuring faiths under forms. 

 Ye ministers meet for each passion that grieves, 

 Friendli), sisterlii, sweetheart leaves, 

 As ge hang with pour myriad palms upturned in the air, 

 Prav me a myriad prayer." — Lanier. 



