Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Fading-leaf and Fallen-leafRichard Garnett (18351906)
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‘I toss alone on a forsaken tree,
It rocks and cracks with every gust that racks
Its straining bulk; say, how is it with thee?’
‘A heavy foot went by, an hour ago;
Crushed into clay I stain the way;
The loud wind calls me, and I cannot go.’
‘Death lessons Life, a ghost is ever wise;
Teach me a way to live till May
Laughs fair with fragrant lips and loving eyes.’
‘Hast loved fair eyes and lips of gentle breath?
Fade then and fall—thou hast had all
That Life can give: ask somewhat now of Death.’