Very true, the linnets sing <br />Sweetest in the leaves of spring: <br />You have found in all these leaves <br />That which changes and deceives, <br />And, to pine by sun or star, <br />Left them, false ones as they are. <br />But there be who walk beside <br />Autumn's, till they all have died, <br />And who lend a patient ear <br />To low notes from branches sere.<br /><br />Walter Savage Landor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/very-true-the-linnets-sing/
