This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

Shrouded mist,

Bagpipe dirge,

Mournful notes

Oe’r heath and verge.

Spirit departs,

Yet not alone,

Presence felt

Although it’s gone.

Last note falls

Like a gentle kiss,

Wafting through

Thickened mist.

Note wears thin,

No longer heard.

Break not this silence

With spoken word.