THE warm year fled ere thy sense hath caught her:
Only the wind in a misty plain,
And the beautiful brief November sunshine
Gleaming on levels of pale grey water
And roadways wet with November rain.
In the rank red groves despoiled and dreary,
A wan woman peers thro’ the shadows ahead,
Seeming to seek in the sunset beyond them,
With tear-dimmed eyes grown wretched and weary,
The wraith of a golden hope, long dead.
Dead hope! Dost thou its sweet remember—
Thou too, with a sigh that is spent in vain ;
And thy heart like a Wanderer pale and lonely
Watching the brief bright sun of November
Sink, and the slow sweet Autumn wane?
Laubach, Hugo. “November Sunshine.” The Evergreen: A Northern Seasonal, vol. 2, Autumn 1895, p. 59. Evergreen Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2016-2018. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2019. https://1890s.ca/egv2_laubach_november/