“I heard through the night
The rush and the clamour;
The pulse of the fight
Like blows of Thor's hammer;
The pattering flight
Of the leaves, and the anguished
Moan of the forest vanquished.”

—  Henry Van Dyke

II, st. 2.
The Fall of the Leaves (1874)

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