The Sweeper of Leaves

The sweeper of leaves
Sweeps at all hours.
He takes new flowers.
And sometimes he leaves
Half-dead leaves, which quiver,
And wish to wither
Away. And we say
“Why take blooming flowers
When half-dead leaves stay?”
He sweeps at all hours.
All meet him one day.

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