Classic Poem

I HEAR it again —
The falling leaf;
The wind that has ailed
Overlong with grief;
The river run dry,
Like a heart I know;
But I do not sigh,
I arise — and go, —

And to Death I say;
" No farther, yet!"
To the Wind: " I sway,
But my soul is set."
To the Waters: " Cease,
If you must — but still
Will I bide, at peace,
Till your floods refill."