Leaf-strewing gales br Utter low wails br Like violins,-- br Till on my soul br Their creeping dole br Stealthily wins.... br br Days long gone by! br In such hour, I, br Choking and pale, br Call you to mind,-- br Then like the wind br Weep I and wail. br br And, as by wind br Harsh and unkind, br Driven by grief, br Go I, here, there, br Recking not where, br Like the dead leaf.