Classic Poem

I have watched the falling leaves Day by day,
Doffing their gold garments for drear gray,—
I have watched their wistful flight
Through the dark,
In the night-time paused to hark
To their musical refrain,
Falling, falling from the trees
In soft melodies;
Drifting, drifting into space,
With the breezes play,
Musical wanderers, windblown far away.