Nearly in November
About a year has passed The autumn comes
Again as surely as it would if we
Had never met The death of leaves benumbs
The trees and yet becomes Effacingly
They do become a fire of leaves no more
The mass of them (roots trunks and limbs) are lost
Like stakes in burning martyr scenes Before
This winter sends its ice and sleet to frost
These woods their flameless blaze will disappear
Beneath the subtle weight of wind and haar
The way you damped the sparks of love with clear
Denials of a passion similar
To mine before some colder fate and pain
Involved us But the autumn comes again