Page:Parerga.djvu/115

This page has been validated.
WITHERED LEAVES.
105
Yes, the departing year
 Speaks both to frame and mind,
Its visible objects bear
 A deeper truth behind.

The wither'd leaves beneath,
 The bright blue sky above;
All that we know of death,
 All that we hope of love.

This article is issued from Wikisource. The text is available under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 unless otherwise noted. Additional terms may apply for the media files.