Late In November ,on a single night Not even near to freezing the ginkgo trees that stand along the drop all their leaves. In one, consent and neither to rain nor to Wind But as though to time along: the golden and green. Leaves litter that yesterday had spread aloft their fluttering fans of light. What signal from the stars? What series took it in ? When in those wooden motives so decided. To Strike their leaves, to down their leaves Rebellion or surrender? and if this Can happen thus, what race, shall be exempt ? What use to learn the lessons thought by time, If a star at any time may tell us now