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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506858" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My November Guest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506858" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My Sorrow, when she's here with me,<br>Thinks these dark days of autumn rain<br>Are beautiful as days can be;<br>She loves the bare, the withered tree;<br>She walks the sodden pasture lane.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506858" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Her pleasure will not let me stay.<br>She talks and I am fain to list:<br>She's glad the birds are gone away,<br>She's glad her simple worsted grey<br>Is silver now with clinging mist.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506858" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The desolate, deserted trees,<br>The faded earth, the heavy sky,<br>The beauties she so truly sees,<br>She thinks I have no eye for these,<br>And vexes me for reason why.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506858" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Not yesterday I learned to know<br>The love of bare November days<br>Before the coming of the snow,<br>But it were vain to tell her so,<br>And they are better for her praise</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robert+Frost">Robert Frost</a></strong></div>

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