ANTHOLOGY OF MASSACHUSETTS POETS (43)

    MY love will come in autumn-time When leaves go spinning to the ground And wistful stars in heaven chime With the leaves' sound.

    Then, we shall walk through dusty lanes And pause beneath low-hanging boughs, And there, while soft-hued beauty reigns We'll make our vows.

    Let others seek in spring for sighs When love flames forth from every seed； But love that blooms when nature dies Is love indeed！