名人诗歌|ANTHOLOGY OF MASSACHUSETTS POETS (43)

MY love will come in autumn-time When leaves go spinning to the ground And wistful stars in heaven chime With the leaves' sound.

Then, we shall walk through dusty lanes And pause beneath low-hanging boughs^{1, And there, while soft-hued beauty reigns2 We'll make our vows3.}

Let others seek in spring for sighs When love flames forth^{4 from every seed； But love that blooms when nature dies Is love indeed！}