Nature
The Leaf Is Falling
Translated by William N. Loew (1912) · From Selected Lyrics
The leaf is falling from the bough
Darling sweetheart, I must go!
Fare thee well, my sweet one,
Fare thee well, my dear one,
Pretty little dove!
How yellow is the moon on high.
Just as pale art thou and I.
Fare thee well, my sweet one,
Fare thee well, my dear one.
Pretty little dove!
The dew-drops fall on branches dry.
Hot tears roll from thine and mine eye.
Fare thee well, my sweet one,
Fare thee well, my dear one.
Pretty little dove!
The rose may bloom yet on the tree,
We two each other may yet see.
Fare thee well, my sweet one.
Fare thee well, my dear one.
Pretty little dove!
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MLA
Petőfi, Sándor. “The Leaf Is Falling.” Translated by William N. Loew. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/petofi/68/.
Chicago
Petőfi, Sándor. “The Leaf Is Falling.” Translated by William N. Loew. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/petofi/68/.
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