Falling .

The leaves are falling, falling as from far,
As if far gardens in the skies were dying.

And in the night the earth, a heavy ball,
Into a starless solitude must fall.

We all are falling , my own hand no less
than all things else;

behold, it is in all.

Yet there is one who, utter gentleness, holds all this falling in his hands to bless.

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