| William Wilfred Campbell, comp. The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse. 1913. | | | | November | | By Alexander Louis Fraser (1870–1954) |
| | | EACH sapless leaf that lingers here | |
| Where bare woods mourn | |
| Shall soon upon Wind’s silvery bier | |
| Be gravewards borne. | |
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| The bees have left our honey-bowers, | 5 |
| The birds are fled; | |
| And ’neath the blight of frost our flowers | |
| Have fallen—dead! | |
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| Yon meadow now, where grass grew green, | |
| No grazing yields: | 10 |
| No bells are heard, no flocks are seen | |
| In far, fenced fields. | |
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| Where children played till all the ground | |
| Was wet with dew, | |
| Autumn, to-day, with threatening sound | 15 |
| Snow trumpets blew. | |
| Fear not November’s challenge bold— | |
| We’ve books and friends; | |
| And hearths that never can grow cold: | |
| These make amends! | 20 | | | |
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