"From Old Year Leaves: A Volume of Collected Verse (1883). I have this jotted in my nature journal along with some leaf sketches :)
The leaves which in the autumn of the year
Fall auburn-tinted, leaving reft and bare Their parent trees, in many a sheltered lair Where Winter waits and watches, cold, austere, Will lie in drifts; and when the snowdrops cheer The woodland shadows, still the leaves are there, Though through the glades the balmy southern air And birds and boughs proclaim that Spring is here. So lost hopes severed by the stress of life Lie all unburied yet before our eyes, Though none but we regard their mute decay; And ever amid this stir and moil and strife Fresh aims and growing purposes arise Above the faded hopes of yesterday.
The rest of Poetry Friday can be found at Laura Purdie Salas!! Have a blessed weekend friends!