Leise, windverwehte Lieder,
mögt ihr fallen in den Sand!
Blätter seid ihr eines Baumes,
welcher nie in Blüte stand.

Welke, windverwehte Blätter,
Boten, naher Winterruh,
fallet sacht!… ihr deckt die Gräber
mancher toten Hoffnung zu.

Heinrich Leuthold

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schweizerischer Dichter und Epiker, Übersetzer
* 9.8. 1827 - Witzikon , 10
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