NOVEMBER 



TO A NOVEMBER VIOLET 



Oil Flower of Spring, that lingered here to cheer 



The briefer daylight of a ling 'ring fall, 

 Speak to my darling of another year — 



Of vines that drape an humble cottage wall. 

 Of birds that build beneath its slanting eaves 



And swing upon the rose-branch at the door; 

 Of hope that bourgeons with the budding leaves 



And Love that waxes more and more. 

 (First lines from a poem in Hattie Leonard Wright's 



At the Twilight Hour and Other Poems, Fort Dodge, 



1897) 



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