From Heaven's height a Flake of shadow glides.
A light Leaf idly sailing downward goes,
Is wafted by the zephyrs to the Earth.
Which Tree is it that first the Autumn shows?
Its color changed! The Yellow must be nigh.
The Woods it left are glossy yet with Green.
Alone it floats upon the water clear;
Or lone descends upon the Pass unseen.
At sight of it a sadness touches me.
This Sereness will not end with one, I fear.
So far from Thee—my heart a vacant moon!
Why wish to know another sorrow near?