Classic Poem

Through the leaves of my Tulip tree,
Through the dim, green leaves
Faded by Summer,
Glistens the sky of Autumn;
My thoughts like the leaves are dim,
Faded by memories more passionate
Than the burning of Summer.
Frost will brighten the faded leaves,
But my thoughts will not glow again
Under the frosty touch of age:
Only when Death draws near,
Ardent and luminous,
Will they quicken, —
Death that I imagine to be like April sunrise
Through leaves.