Prof.
’Tis Fall that’s colourful
tongues in trees:
The Leaflet says, “We’re greenish still,
Our upper kin are turning gold. “
“Oh, listen, they
will not hide us away
From the Hand that pours the golden ray;
Who higher go can farther see,
And earlier leave for a safer place–
Untouched by the sulky icy hand–
Than we, who’re made to understand;
We’ll also have exemplars’ pace.”