539 - To a Leaf

You’re here before me only for an hour,

a moment of your gaze is mine to know.

So while I have it, let mine humbly shower

praises to your grace before you go.

There never caught me one as well as you,

such singularity was what stole me.

Naught was that I could nor wished to undo

that you, by being, made me so to be.

And that shall be. E’en as you drift away,

I’ll drift too, but will not, your poise, forget.

No work of art will ever make me say

that such as I have said I now regret.

Recall what awe you have done unto me.

Take all I’ve said to soil, leaf of a tree.