The Falling Leaves

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    Today, as I rode by,
    I saw the brown leaves dropping from their tree
    In a still afternoon,
    When no wind whirled them whistling to the sky,
    But thickly, silently,
    They fell, like snowflakes wiping out the noon;
    And wandered slowly thence
    For thinking of a gallant multitude
    Which now all withering lay,
    Slain by no wind of age or pestilence,
    But in their beauty strewed
    Like snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay.

    Margaret Postgate-Cole, November 1915

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