Classic and Contemporary Poetry

REFLECTION, by GRACE MARY SEELEY CORYELL
First Line: Leaves blown over the water
Last Line: Over the water like the leaves.

Leaves blown over the water
By a wind after sunset
Is but passing beauty.

It is soon forgotten after many winds blow
And the trees are left barren.
Sometime, though, the water will remember
The trees had some silver in them.

One lovely thing will always stay with me
But, for the moment, it sifted
Over the water like the leaves.