The glory is fallen out of the sky

The last immortal leaf is dead

The last immortal leaf is dead and the gold year

A formal spasm in the dust

This is the passing of all shining things

This is the passing of all shining things

This is the passing of all shining things

Therefore we also blandly into receptive earth

O let us descend take shimmering wind

These fragile splendours from us crumple them hide

Them in they breath drive them into nothingness

This is the passing of all shining things

This is the passing of all shining things

This is the passing of all shining things

No lingering, no backward-wondering

No lingering, no

 

Be unto us oh soul, but, but straight

Glad feet fear ruining and glory

Glad feet fear ruining and glory girded faces

Lead us into the serious steep darkness

This is the passing of all shining things

This is the passing of all shining things

This is the passing of all shining things

This is the passing of all shining things

This is the passing of all shining things

This is the passing of all shining things

This is the passing of all shining things

This is the passing of all shining things