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Turn Me to My Yellow Leaves
Turn me to my yellow leaves,
I am better satisfied;
There is something in me grieves-
That was never born, and died.
Let me be a scarlet flame
On a windy autumn morn,
I who never had a name,
Nor from breathing image born.
From the margin let me fall
Where the farthest stars sink down,
And the void consumes me,-all
In nothingness to drown.
Let me dream my dream entire,
Withered as an autumn leaf-
Let me have my vain desire,
Vain-as it is brief.
Written by William Stanley Braithwaite (1878-1962)
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