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Leaves fall	A
Brown leaves	B
Yellow leaves streaked with brown	C
They fall	A
Flutter	D
Fall again	E
The brown leaves	B
And the streaked yellow leaves	B
Loosen on their branches	F
And drift slowly downwards	G
One	H
One two three	I
One two five	J
All Venice is a falling of Autumn leaves	B
Brown	C
And yellow streaked with brown	C
	-
That sonnet Abate	K
Beautiful	L
I am quite exhausted by it	M
Your phrases turn about my heart	N
And stifle me to swooning	O
Open the window I beg	P
Lord What a strumming of fiddles and mandolins	B
'Tis really a shame to stop indoors	B
Call my maid or I will make you lace me yourself	Q
Fie how hot it is not a breath of air	R
See how straight the leaves are falling	O
Marianna I will have the yellow satin caught up with silver fringe	S
It peeps out delightfully from under a mantle	L
Am I well painted to day 'caro Abate mio'	T
You will be proud of me at the 'Ridotto' hey	U
Proud of being 'Cavalier Servente' to such a lady	I
Can you doubt it 'Bellissima Contessa'	B
A pinch more rouge on the right cheek	V
And Venus herself shines less	B
You bore me Abate	K
I vow I must change you	W
A letter Achmet	K
Run and look out of the window Abate	K
I will read my letter in peace	B
The little black slave with the yellow satin turban	H
Gazes at his mistress with strained eyes	B
His yellow turban and black skin	X
Are gorgeous barbaric	Y
The yellow satin dress with its silver flashings	B
Lies on a chair	R
Beside a black mantle and a black mask	Z
Yellow and black	A2
Gorgeous barbaric	Y
The lady reads her letter	D
And the leaves drift slowly	I
Past the long windows	B
How silly you look my dear Abate	K
With that great brown leaf in your wig	B2
Pluck it off I beg you	W
Or I shall die of laughing	O
	-
A yellow wall	A
Aflare in the sunlight	K
Chequered with shadows	B
Shadows of vine leaves	B
Shadows of masks	B
Masks coming printing themselves for an instant	K
Then passing on	C2
More masks always replacing them	T
Masks with tricorns and rapiers sticking out behind	K
Pursuing masks with plumes and high heels	B
The sunlight shining under their insteps	B
One	H
One two	W
One two three	I
There is a thronging of shadows on the hot wall	A
Filigreed at the top with moving leaves	B
Yellow sunlight and black shadows	B
Yellow and black	A2
Gorgeous barbaric	Y
Two masks stand together	D
And the shadow of a leaf falls through them	T
Marking the wall where they are not	K
From hat tip to shoulder tip	D2
From elbow to sword hilt	K
The leaf falls	B
The shadows mingle	L
Blur together	D
Slide along the wall and disappear	E2
Gold of mosaics and candles	B
And night blackness lurking in the ceiling beams	B
Saint Mark's glitters with flames and reflections	B
A cloak brushes aside	K
And the yellow of satin	H
Licks out over the coloured inlays of the pavement	K
Under the gold crucifixes	B
There is a meeting of hands	B
Reaching from black mantles	B
Sighing embraces bold investigations	B
Hide in confessionals	B
Sheltered by the shuffling of feet	K
Gorgeous barbaric	Y
In its mail of jewels and gold	K
Saint Mark's looks down at the swarm of black masks	B
And outside in the palace gardens brown leaves fall	A
Flutter	D
Fall	A
Brown	C
And yellow streaked with brown	C
	-
Blue black the sky over Venice	B
With a pricking of yellow stars	B
There is no moon	F2
And the waves push darkly against the prow	G2
Of the gondola	H2
Coming from Malamocco	Y
And streaming toward Venice	B
It is black under the gondola hood	K
But the yellow of a satin dress	B
Glares out like the eye of a watching tiger	D
Yellow compassed about with darkness	B
Yellow and black	Y
Gorgeous barbaric	Y
The boatman sings	B
It is Tasso that he sings	B
The lovers seek each other beneath their mantles	B
And the gondola drifts over the lagoon aslant to the coming dawn	I2
But at Malamocco in front	K
In Venice behind	K
Fall the leaves	B
Brown	C
And yellow streaked with brown	C
They fall	A
Flutter	D
Fall	A

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