On the Steps I dropped a leaf, A leaf half brown, On the steps of the garden. The light passed through it.
Ah golden memory Of a time yet unseen; An echo from the dark, Where my soul once dreamt.
- Ezra Pound
On the Steps I dropped a leaf, A leaf half brown, On the steps of the garden. The light passed through it.
Ah golden memory Of a time yet unseen; An echo from the dark, Where my soul once dreamt.