Autumn Leaves

Behold that tree in autumn's dim decay, Stripped by the frequent chill and eddying wind; Where yet some yellow lonely leaves we find Lingering and trembling on the naked spray, Twenty, perchance, for millions whirled away! Emblem--alas too just!--of human kind: Vain man expects longevity, designed For few indeed; and their protracted day-- What is it worth that wisdom does not scorn? The blasts of sickness, care, and grief appal, That laid the friends in dust, whose natal morn Rose near their own!--and solemn is the call; Yet, like those weak, deserted leaves forlorn, Shivering they cling to life and fear to fall.