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rude and the reckless wind, ruthlessly strips The leaf that last lingered on old forest tree; The widowed branch wails for the love it has lost; The parted leaf pines for its glories foregone. Now sereing, in sadness, and quite broken-hearted, It mutters mild music, and swan-like on-fleeteth A burden of melody, musing of death,