Today the lightest breeze Takes tribute from the trees. Golden leaves flutter down, Crimson leaves, purple, brown, On the tide, past the town... Down! I walk along the shore, Like many gone before, And sadly ask, What matters it, One leaf, or life, more? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A REPUBLIC! by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JOHN ERICSSON DAY MEMORIAL, 1918 by CARL SANDBURG SLANTS AT BUFFALO, NEW YORK by CARL SANDBURG QUIET WORK; SONNET by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: AUX ITALIENS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |