Falling Leaves

There was a sound of music low—
  An undertone of laughter;
The song was done, and can't you guess
  The words that followed after?
Like autumn leaves sometimes they fall—
  The words that burn and falter;
And is it true they too must fade
  Upon Love's sacred alter?
From memory each one of us
  Can cull some sweetest treasure;
Yet golden days, like golden leaves,
  Give pain as well as pleasure.
There was a sound of music low—
  An undertone of laughter:
The sun was gone—yet heaven knew
  The stars that followed after.

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