This poem from Clark Ashton Smith (CAS) exists in both English and French versions. Neither of those was published in the author's lifetime, and they are not available on The Eldritch Dark, so here's the complete English text:
The blazoned and superb tops of the wood
Whisper long while in the wind of the mournful month:
Or brown or saffron or purple or crimson,
At length each tree must cast afar its olden leaves,
That come to rest on the water, or among the reeds,
Or in the green shade of the autumnal firs.
For me, their sound immingles with the sigh of branches
Of trees in mine own heart, with saffron leaves,
Or purple or brown or crimson leaves, which make
The magic forest of my love profound...
But always in my heart these foliages remain--
They shall not ever fall from the whispering boughs.
This is another in a large group of love poems that CAS wrote in the late 1920's, most of which are fairly forgettable.
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