Why?

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Wind-tumbled leaves o’er bones before you,

Of one whose name will ne’er be known.
A bracing air harks changing season.
Crisp cracks, unseen, cry out behind, 

A twinge, a glimpse,
Then clouds of morning.
How fleet your question!

Never answered, in that moment wise.

You kept the guard o’er those before you,

Done your duty, now stand easy,
Your watch is done,
As we now watch o’er you.