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TWO QUATRAINS

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MAPLE LEAVES

October turned my maple’s leaves to gold;

The most are gone now; here and there one lingers:

Soon these will slip from out the twigs’ weak hold,

Like coins between a dying miser’s fingers.

PESSIMIST AND OPTIMIST

This one sits shivering in Fortune’s smile,

Taking his joy with bated, doubtful breath.

This other, gnawed by hunger, all the while

Laughs in the teeth of Death.