Ghosts Of Fallen Leaves

Ghosts Of Fallen Leaves

Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves,
O flakes of snow,
For which, through naked trees, the winds
A-mourning go?
Or are ye angels, bearing home
The host unseen
Of truant spirits, to be clad
Again in green?

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Quote by: John B. Tabb, “Phantoms”
Quote provided by: CZ