Feminine

She might have known it in the earlier Spring,—
 That all my heart with vague desire was stirred;
And, ere the Summer winds had taken wing,
 I told her; but she smiled and said no word.

The Autumn's eager hand his red gold grasped,
 And she was silent; till from skies grown drear
Fell soft one fine, first snow-flake, and she clasped
 My neck and cried, "Love, we have lost a year!"