I have this heart with nowhere to go
I have this smile that no one will see
I have a soul that could stretch for miles
I wonder then what's left of me.

jazz so happy, so happy dance
dance so quickly, so quickly jazz

jazzy jazz, jazz dancey sole
my dancey dance, my dancey soul

so dancing dancing, go dancing me
jazzy jazzing, my jazzy flee

jazz go dancing, so dancing jazz
jazzy dancing, go dancey dance

jazz so quickly, so quickly me
jazzy jazzing, jazz jazzy me

Stick trees, sour leaf; the autumn trend—
And keep your hands in pockets friend:
Slide past meek autumn air, and trust
the clouds that partly breeze— and cut
the sun its deserved slack,
and rink the magic autumn leaves.

black chicken
and a midnight dawn
fast asleep

A beauty touched! A yellow leaf!
Which shines and stares from midnight beams,
That topples waves with every motion
In yellow glaze and bright commotion!

  Not distraught by distant wind,
The yellow park leaflet rides,
Among the arch, among the brim
Abound a wood— stood sitting high:

And branches tight, which sit them fair—
Not caught up by their troubles them—
Swallowed by some ancient air,
And there I stood, beauty'd in:

Felt it did, in inertias touch,
Oh gentle leaf in gentle cusp,
You kiss despite a wind-eye breeze—
You sit and yet you give enough
A night wood, beauty-yellow tree.