Falling all the night-time,Falling all the day,Silent into silence,From the far-away;Stilly host unnumbered,All the night and dayFalling, falling, falling,From the far-away,—Never came like gloryTo the fields and trees,Never summer blossomsThick and white as these.To the dear old placesWinging night and day,Follow, follow, follow,Fold them soft away;Folding, folding, folding,Fold the world away,Souls of flowers driftingDown the winter day.—John Vance Cheney.
Falling all the night-time,Falling all the day,Silent into silence,From the far-away;Stilly host unnumbered,All the night and dayFalling, falling, falling,From the far-away,—Never came like gloryTo the fields and trees,Never summer blossomsThick and white as these.To the dear old placesWinging night and day,Follow, follow, follow,Fold them soft away;Folding, folding, folding,Fold the world away,Souls of flowers driftingDown the winter day.—John Vance Cheney.
Falling all the night-time,Falling all the day,Silent into silence,From the far-away;
Falling all the night-time,
Falling all the day,
Silent into silence,
From the far-away;
Stilly host unnumbered,All the night and dayFalling, falling, falling,From the far-away,—
Stilly host unnumbered,
All the night and day
Falling, falling, falling,
From the far-away,—
Never came like gloryTo the fields and trees,Never summer blossomsThick and white as these.
Never came like glory
To the fields and trees,
Never summer blossoms
Thick and white as these.
To the dear old placesWinging night and day,Follow, follow, follow,Fold them soft away;
To the dear old places
Winging night and day,
Follow, follow, follow,
Fold them soft away;
Folding, folding, folding,Fold the world away,Souls of flowers driftingDown the winter day.—John Vance Cheney.
Folding, folding, folding,
Fold the world away,
Souls of flowers drifting
Down the winter day.
—John Vance Cheney.