You Lingering Sparse Leaves of Me + 

You lingering sparse leaves of me on winter-nearing boughs, + 

And I some well-shorn tree of field or orchard-row; + 

You tokens diminute and lorn⁠—(not now the flush of May, or July clover-bloom⁠—no grain of August now;) + 

You pallid banner-staves⁠—you pennants valueless⁠—you overstay’d of time, + 

Yet my soul-dearest leaves confirming all the rest, + 

The faithfulest⁠—hardiest⁠—last. + 