I saw three leaves go sailing past
(One summer day, one summer day…)
my view through clean, unbroken glass
(… one summer day, after morning.).
Wither, whence, did the rolling wind
(One summer day, one summer day…)
take up those leaves, bereft their kin
(…. one summer day, after morning.)?
Oh, they sailed as a triad fleet
(One summer day, one summer day…)
until one sank to someone’s feet
(… one summer day, after morning.).
And all the waves, so full of sound,
(One summer day, one summer day…)
could not keep ‘nother from the ground
(… one summer day, after morning.).
And as it wrecked among the cars
(One summer day, one summer day…)
the last leaf was wind-carried far
(… one summer day, after morning.).
Then let us hope that last leaf kept
(One summer day, one summer day…)
its course, while floating on, wind-swept
(… one summer day, after morning.).
I thought of how those leaves sailed past
(One summer day, one summer day…)
my view through clean, unbroken glass
(… one summer day, after morning.).
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william altoft 