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  Noëra, 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.

  Noëra, 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:

  Noëra, through the wood,

    Or through the grain,

  Come, with the hoiden mood

    Of wind and rain

  Fresh in thy sunny blood,

    Sweetheart, again.

  Noëra, when the corn,

    Reaped on the fields,

  The asters' stars adorn;

    And purple shields

  Of ironweeds lie torn

    Among the wealds:

  Noëra, 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

    Anemone's.

  Thou to October bring

    An April part!

  Come! make the wild birds sing,

    The blossoms start!

  Noëra, 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.