Twas brilliant, and the stealthy air Did gyre and swirl in the wave: All magical were

the scenes, And the moment flashes brightly

The wind blows softly by the window Grasping with it the swirling leaves For they are willing to branch out Or the wind was just too powerful Or may be I think it wrongly The leaves might just be too lonely They travel with wind to befriend it Or their friends are waiting at dust Melancholy The sine blows switty by the schad Swinging on it the feiting leavs For they are willing to leav ad Or the sine was shillingly toobeafs Or may be I think it wrongly The leavs might just be very vully They go with sine to must be Or their bes are lieing at dust