Noera

Nora, 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.     Nora, 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:     Nora, through the wood,     Or through the grain,     Come, with the hoiden mood     Of wind and rain     Fresh in thy sunny blood,     Sweetheart, again.     Nora, when the corn,     Reaped on the fields,     The asters' stars adorn;     And purple shields     Of ironweeds lie torn     Among the wealds:     Nora, 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!     Nora, 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.