thing of all

        Mine     ponder?

        ttle cloud    pall

        ith darkness yonder?

        ttle wind    move

        listeth?

        ttle leaf above,

        teth?

        time t yellow leaf was green,

        My days were gladder;

        But now, wever Spring may mean,

        I must grow sadder.

        Ah sighs    wring

        My lips asunder -

        t t thing

        Itself    ponder.

        Yet, , when sun and cloud are pined

        And drop together,

        And at a blast, w wind,

        ts her,

        thly curse

        to glory breakest, -

        tro of the universe

        Guarding t!
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