Epitaph
Serenedescent, as a red leaf’s descendingWhen there is neither wind nor noise of rain,But only autumn air and the unendingDrawing of all things to the earth again:So be it; let the snow sift deep and coverAll that was drunken once with light and air;The earth will not regret her tireless lover,Nor he awake to know she does not care.
Serenedescent, as a red leaf’s descendingWhen there is neither wind nor noise of rain,But only autumn air and the unendingDrawing of all things to the earth again:So be it; let the snow sift deep and coverAll that was drunken once with light and air;The earth will not regret her tireless lover,Nor he awake to know she does not care.
Serenedescent, as a red leaf’s descendingWhen there is neither wind nor noise of rain,But only autumn air and the unendingDrawing of all things to the earth again:
Serenedescent, as a red leaf’s descending
When there is neither wind nor noise of rain,
But only autumn air and the unending
Drawing of all things to the earth again:
So be it; let the snow sift deep and coverAll that was drunken once with light and air;The earth will not regret her tireless lover,Nor he awake to know she does not care.
So be it; let the snow sift deep and cover
All that was drunken once with light and air;
The earth will not regret her tireless lover,
Nor he awake to know she does not care.