A star is tumbling downward

A star is tumbling downward

From where it sparkled on high,

It is the star for lovers,

That falling there I spy.

The apple tree has been shedding

White petals abundantly

Along come the breezes so teasing

And toying with the debris.

The swan sings in the water,

And paddles o'er each wave,

And singing ever softer,

Dives to his watery grave.

It is so dark and silent,

Swept off are bloom and leaf,

The star has fizzled and scattered;

And faded, the swan's song, so brief.