How like the fall To be gone in a day Just as the leaves had turned gold I was drawn to the sound That the wind carried down From an open window pane And oh, how like a song Or a sad melody To linger long after the end And the harmony rings With the promise of spring... (c)
Without going out of your door,
You can know all things on earth...
Without looking out on your window,
You could know the ways of heaven...
The farther one travels,
The less one knows...