November, happiest of all her sibling months, frolics and plays, dances and sways among the lost leaves of Summer. Friend for the lonely, she gathers the fallen in her golden embrace, whispering sweet lullabies, easing each into their long and peaceful sleep.
Topaz
November
"Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun!
"Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun!
One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air,
Ere, o'er the frozen earth, the loud winds ran,
Or snows are sifted o'er the meadows bare.
One smile on the brown hills and naked trees,
And the dark rocks whose summer wreaths are cast,
And the blue Gentian flower, that, in the breeze,
Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.
Yet a few sunny days, in which the bee
Shall murmur by the hedge that skim the way,
The cricket chirp upon the russet lea,
And man delight to linger in thy ray.
Yet one rich smile, and we will try to bear
The piercing winter frost, and winds, and darkened air.
-William Cullen Bryant
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