But thy star is my star.

Behold, as God ordains, the Tree of Life was shaken on the night when all men pray and cry aloud to God--even the Night of the Falling Leaves.

And I watched the falling leaves; and I saw my leaf, and it was withered, but only a little withered, and so I live yet a little.

But I looked for thy leaf, thou who wert born in that moment when I waked to the world.

I looked long, but I found no leaf, neither green nor withered.