Letras
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree
Why do you fall so fast?
Your date is not so past
But you may stay yet here awhile
To blush and gently smile
And go at last
What! Were you born to be
An hour or half's delight
And so to bid good-night?
'T is pity Nature brought you forth
Merely to show your worth
And lose you quite
But you are lovely leaves, where we
May read how soon things have
Their end, though never so brave
And after they have shown their pride
Like you awhile, they glide
Into the grave
Into the grave
Into the grave
Into the grave