A fragment

by Dora Read Goodale (1866 - 1915)

from All Round the Year, Verses from Sky Farm


I saw, as I walked the woodlands through,
Under September’s skies of blue,
A spray of leaves in a dress of gold,
Too fair and fragile for mortal hold.

For, as I broke the stem, I found
A shower of light had strewn the ground, –
Those who would grasp too much, will find
All worth having is left behind.