NoŽra, by Madison Cawein

††NoŽra, when sad Fall
††††Has grayed the fallow;
††Leaf-cramped the wood-brook's brawl
††††In pool and shallow;
††When, by the woodside, tall
††††Stands sere the mallow.

††NoŽra, when gray gold
††††And golden gray
††The crackling hollows fold
††††By every way,
††Shall I thy face behold,
††††Dear bit of May?

††When webs are cribs for dew,
††††And gossamers
††Streak by you, silver-blue;
††††When silence stirs
††One leaf, of rusty hue,
††††Among the burrs:

††NoŽra, through the wood,
††††Or through the grain,
††Come, with the hoiden mood
††††Of wind and rain
††Fresh in thy sunny blood,
††††Sweetheart, again.

††NoŽra, when the corn,
††††Reaped on the fields,
††The asters' stars adorn;
††††And purple shields
††Of ironweeds lie torn
††††Among the wealds:

††NoŽra, haply then,
††††Thou being with me,
††Each ruined greenwood glen
††††Will bud and be
††Spring's with the spring again,
††††The spring in thee.

††Thou of the breezy tread;
††††Feet of the breeze:
††Thou of the sunbeam head;
††††Heart like a bee's:
††Face like a woodland-bred

††Thou to October bring
††††An April part!
††Come! make the wild birds sing,
††††The blossoms start!
††NoŽra, with the spring
††††Wild in thy heart!

††Come with our golden year:
††††Come as its gold:
††With the same laughing, clear,
††††Loved voice of old:
††In thy cool hair one dear
††††Wild marigold.