The one red leaf, the last of its clan,That dances as often as dance it can,Hanging so light, and hanging so high,On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Related Authors: Samuel Taylor Coleridge | Christabel
Related Topics: autumn, fall, nature, poetry
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