Gather the leaves from the forest <br />And blow them over the world, <br />The wind of winter follows <br />The wind of autumn furled. <br /> <br />Only the beech tree cherishes <br />A leaf or two for ruth, <br />Their stems too tough for the tempest, <br />Like thoughts of love and of youth. <br /> <br />You may sit by the fire and ponder <br />While darkness veils the pane, <br />And fear that your memories are rushing away <br />In the wind and the rain. <br /> <br />But you'll find them in the quiet <br />When the clouds race with the moon, <br />Making the tender silver sound <br />Of a beech in the month of June. <br /> <br />For you cannot rob the memory <br />Of the leaves it loves the best; <br />The wind of time may harry them, <br />It rushes away with the rest.<br /><br />Duncan Campbell Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feuilles-d-automne/
