SWEEP the leaves together,
Yellow, brown and red,
Let us make a bonfire
Now that they are dead.
Chestnut leaves and beech leaves,
Chestnut leaves and beech leaves,
Ash and lime and oak,
Kindle into smoke.
Leaves that all the summer
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,
Only death-like ashes,
But from this same dust
Suns one day will fashion
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