To light the leaves, yet there they glow. Alive,
Though on the edge of death, they self-surround
With soft, despondent light, so as they dive
Down to the pavement, to rejoin their friends,
They may be seen. And yet they still remain,
Unwilling to complete their threatened ends,
To wash in common down to clog the drain,
Visible only in the overflow
Proceeding from them. Still they stand erect
And glory for a moment in their glow,
Perfect and proud. Too soon they'll be abject
Sorry and forgotten; now they stand
Unfallen, and, for one brief moment, grand.
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