See how the autumn leaves float by decaying, <br />Down the wild swirls of the rain-swollen stream. <br />So fleet the works of men, back to their earth again; <br />Ancient and holy things fade like a dream. <br /> <br />Nay! see the spring-blossoms steal forth a-maying, <br />Clothing with tender hues orchard and glen; <br />So, though old forms pass by, ne'er shall their spirit die, <br />Look! England's bare boughs show green leaf again. <br /> <br /> <br />Eversley, 1848.<br /><br />Charles Kingsley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-and-new-a-parable/
