Sending the yellow leaves to the ground,
Playfully whirling them round and round,
Filling the sails with their fill of air,
Then dancing off on some freak more rare;
Scat’ring the snow and the blinding hail,
Shrieking aloud in the wintry gale,
Rudely driving the pattering rain
’Gainst the lonely cottage’s humble pane,
Uprooting the aged forest-tree,
Then whistling loud right merrily;