When the charm at last is fled
From the woodland stark and pale,
And like shades of glad hours dead
Whirl the leaves before the gale:
When against the western fire
Darkens many an empty nest,
Like a thwarted heart’s desire
That in prime was hardly guessed:
Then the fair gray Lady leans,
Lingering, o’er the faded grass,
Still the soul of all the scenes
Once she graced, a golden lass.
O’er the Year’s discrown
(Helen Gray Cone)
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