thing of all

    Mine  can ponder?

    ttle cloud can pall

    ith darkness yonder?

    ttle wind can 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 can wring

    My lips asunder -

    t t thing

    Itself can ponder.

    Yet, , when sun and cloud are pined

    And drop together,

    And at a blast, w wind,

    ts her,

    thly curse

    to glory breakest, -

    trongest of the universe

    Guarding t!