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...THE FIRESIDE by NATHANIEL COTTON OLNEY HYMNS: 9. THE CONTRITE HEART by WILLIAM COWPER MY AIN WIFE by ALEXANDER LAING THE TRUANTS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: HUMAN LIFE - ITS VALUE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES LOVE IS A STAR by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: MATRIMONIAL COUNSELS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |