SHE might have known it in the earlier Spring,--
   That all my heart with vague desire was stirred;
And, ere the Summer winds had taken wing,
   I told her; but she smiled and said no word.

The Autumn's eager hand his red gold grasped,
   And she was silent; till from skies grown drear
Fell soft one fine, first snow-flake, and she clasped
   My neck and cried, "Love, we have lost a year!"

 ~ Henry Cuyler Bunner

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