Sweep the leaves together,
Yellow, brown, and red,
Let us make a bonfire
Now that they are dead.
Chestnut leaves and beech leaves,
Ash and lime and oak,
Fir-cones and pine needles
Kindle into smoke.
Leaves that all the summer
Gave us cool and shade
What will be left of them
When our bonfire's made ?
Only death-like ashes,
But from this same dust
Suns one day will fashion
Life anew, we trust.
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