DEAD LEA VES. 
(.Melancholy .) 
“ Ah me ! a leaf with sighs can wring 
My lips asunder.”— E. B. Browning. 
ELLA INGRAM. 
HE withered leaves, trembling, love, 
Fall to the ground ; 
And strewn over all, love, 
Lie dying around, 
Killed by the frost, love, 
The flowers scattered lie; 
Their brightness is lost, 
And neglected they die. 
The world it looks dreary, love, 
And thick falls the rain; 
My heart it is weary, love, 
My head throbs with pain. 
My hopes thickly fall, love, 
Like the leaves from a tree; 
And I cannot recall 
Their beauty to me. 
