I Sat Among the Green Leaves
Marjorie L. C. Pickthall
1883 to 1922
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Why should they fall and the year but half over?
But in between the silence and the sweet birds calling
The nuts fell one by one.
Why should trouble follow and the quick tears start?
Oh, I gave my lips away and all my soul behind them.
The little birds may love and fly with only God to mind them,
But the green nuts are falling on my heart.
The blood-red butterflies were gold against the sun,
The leaf is on the bough and the dew is on the clover,
I sat among the green leaves, and heard the nuts falling,
Why should sorrow seek me and I so young and kind?
But the green nuts are falling in the wind.