Upon a bough a yellow leaf,
Seemed sad and sighing, full of grief;
While bright beside it gaily sung
Another leaf, still green and young;
And then the old leaf whisper’d light,
Unto its neighbor fair and bright—
“Why giddy leaf art thou so gay,
While I, thy sister, fade away?
While I, thy sister, fade away?
“Look down, and mark the valley deep,