Do you recall That day in Fall When we walked towards Saint Alban's Head, Over thistledown that summer had shed, Or must I remind you? Winged thistle-seeds which hitherto Had lain as none were there, or few, But rose at the brush of your petticoat-seam (As ghosts might rise of the recent dead), And sailed on the breeze in a nebulous stream Like a comet's tail behind you: You don't recall That day in Fall? Then do you remember That sad November When you left me never to see me more, And looked quite other than theretofore, As if it could not @3be@1 you? And lay by the window whence you had gazed So many times when blamed or praised, Morning or noon, through years and years, Accepting the gifts that Fortune bore, Sharing, enduring, joys, hopes, fears! Well: I never more did see you. -- Say you remember That sad November! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO CARMEN SYLVA (QUEEN OF ROUMANIA) by EMMA LAZARUS APPLES OF HESPERIDES by AMY LOWELL STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 1. SEATTLE by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: JANE FISHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JOHN WILKES BOOTH AT THE FARM (JANUARY 12, 1848) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WINTER GARDEN THEATRE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE |