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Let me learn from you, Leaves,

That sing in the dusk

And dance in the autumn wind;

Lend me your valor, Leaves,

And teach me to turn

A face as laughing and light

To the passing of wonder,

The coming of winter

And Night.

Let me learn from you, Leaves,

Since we go alike

To the same far home

And sleep for so long

In the same quiet loam,—

Let me learn, in the end,

That this crimson of courage,

This valorous scarlet

That brightens the West,

This laugh before leaving,

This song before silence,

Is best!