Warm Yellowy-Green In The Blue Serene, How They Skip And Sway On This Autumn Day! They Cannot Know What Has Happened Below, - That Their Boughs Down There Are Already Quite Bare, That Their Own Will Be When A Week Has Passed, - For They Jig As In Glee To This Very Last. But No; There Lies At Times In Their Tune A Note That Cries What At First I Fear I Did Not Hear: "O We Remember At Each Wind'S Hollo - Though Life Holds Yet - We Go Hence Soon, For 'Tis November; - But That You Follow You May Forget!"