Poem by Anne Reeve Aldrich

In November

BROWN earth-line meets gray heaven,
  And all the land looks sad;
But Love ’s the little leaven
  That works the whole world glad.
Sigh, bitter win; lower, frore clouds of gray:        
My Love and I are living now in May!

1. Love's Change
2. Suppose
3. Recollection
4. Music of Hungary

Archibald Lampman In November ("With loitering step and quiet eye")

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