Autumn

The leaves fall, fall as from far,

Like distant gardens withered in the heavens;

They fall with slow and lingering decent.

 

And in the nights the heavy Earth, too, falls

From out the stars into the Solitude.

 

Thus all doth fall.  this hand of mine must fall

And lo! the other one: - it is the law.

But there is One who holds this falling

Infinitely softly in His hands.