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As I passed my wicket fence
The ageing walnut tree, 
Showered me with withered leaves
And said something to me; 

That it stood since ages past
But I had never seen, 
Crimson light upon its leaves
Thus how twilight had been; 

I glimpsed not the sparrow's nest
That lay upon its bough, 
Few spotted eggs closeted
Though which the night winds plough; 

Neither I the twitter sweet
That morning brought with it, 
Nor did I the moon savour
And how the stars were lit; 

Felt no spring nor summer heat
Hues autumn ever passed, 
Soft snow upon its branches
Know how sweet nuts amassed; 

Had I known the squirrel small
That in its hollow stayed, 
A smile would cross my dried lips
Under its dappled shade; 

It said I need pause beneath
It gnarled and shrunken stem, 
Inhale a puff of fresh air
And lightly say ahem; 

I could not make much of this
Until it whispered soft, 
It knew the angel of death
Who paid a visit oft; 

The angel had confided
Of men whose days were few, 
My name too she uttered
Something I never knew; 

The wisely tree then advised -
That I take heed of days, 
See the world with different eyes
And change my baffled ways; 

Knowing soon my time would lapse
I now bask in the sun, 
Glimpse the trees and hark the sounds
That I had never done; 

Strange I find some precious time
To kiss the balmy air, 
Immerse myself with loved ones
Indulge in that I care; 

Late I am for having missed
The best life had to give, 
Sadly spent my living days
Not knowing how to live.
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