| Poems by Women |
AFFAIRE D'AMOUR
One pale November day
Flying Summer paused,
They say:
And growing
bolder,
O'er rosy shoulder
Threw her lover such a glance
That Autumn's
heart began to dance.
(O happy lover!)
A leafless peach-tree bold
Thought for him she smiled,
I'm told;
And, stirred by love,
His sleeping sap did move,
Decking each naked
branch with green
To show her that her look was seen!
(Alas, poor lover!)
But Summer, laughing fled,
Nor knew he loved her!
'Tis said
The
peach-tree sighed,
And soon he gladly died:
And Autumn, weary of the
chase,
Came on at Winter's sober pace
(O careless lover!)
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
| Author. "Poem Title." Women's History: Poems by Women. Jone Johnson Lewis, editor. URL: (date of logon) |
