CHARLES MILLEVOYE'S
"FALL OF LEAVES"

In the rose of Napoleanic days
your Romantic poems
compose in scenic sadness
where music of Bizet is set
as Myerbeer's mastery
flows from your critical words
then with one word's breath
followers shed grey tears
at your poetical death throws
when your nature matures
as one with small birds of air
all you own were miracle mirrors
at your bier.