<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450349" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>November Evening</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, for the dusk is our own; let us fare forth together,<br>With a quiet delight in our hearts for the ripe, still, autumn weather,<br>Through the rustling valley and wood and over the crisping meadow,<br>Under a high-sprung sky, winnowed of mist and shadow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sharp is the frosty air, and through the far hill-gaps showing<br>Lucent sunset lakes of crocus and green are glowing;<br>'Tis the hour to walk at will in a wayward, unfettered roaming,<br>Caring for naught save the charm, elusive and swift, of the gloaming. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Watchful and stirless the fields as if not unkindly holding<br>Harvested joys in their clasp, and to their broad bosoms folding<br>Baby hopes of a Spring, trusted to motherly keeping,<br>Thus to be cherished and happed through the long months of their sleeping. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silent the woods are and gray; but the firs than ever are greener,<br>Nipped by the frost till the tang of their loosened balsam is keener;<br>And one little wind in their boughs, eerily swaying and swinging,<br>Very soft and low, like a wandering minstrel is singing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beautiful is the year, but not as the springlike maiden<br>Garlanded with her hopes­rather the woman laden<br>With wealth of joy and grief, worthily won through living,<br>Wearing her sorrow now like a garment of praise and thanksgiving. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gently the dark comes down over the wild, fair places,<br>The whispering glens in the hills, the open, starry spaces;<br>Rich with the gifts of the night, sated with questing and dreaming,<br>We turn to the dearest of paths where the star of the homelight is gleaming.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lucy+Maud+Montgomery">Lucy Maud Montgomery</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450349" data-title="November Evening de Lucy Maud Montgomery" data-description="Come, for the dusk is our own; let us fare forth together, With a quiet delight in our hearts for the ripe, still, autumn weather, Through the rustling valley and wood and over the crisping meadow, Under a high-sprung sky, winnowed of mist and sha..."></div> </div> </div>

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