THE leaves are falling; so am I; br The few late flowers have moisture in the eye; br    So have I too. br Scarcely on any bough is heard br Joyous, or even unjoyous, bird br    The whole wood through. br br Winter may come: he brings but nigher br His circle (yearly narrowing) to the fire br    Where old friends meet. br Let him; now heaven is overcast, br And spring and summer both are past, br    And all things sweet.