| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | III. November | | By William Cullen Bryant (1794–1878) |
| | | YET one smile more, departing, distant Sun! | |
| One mellow smile through the soft vapory air, | |
| Ere, o’er the frozen earth, the loud winds run, | |
| Or snows are sifted o’er the meadows bare, | |
| One smile on the brown hills and naked trees, | 5 |
| And the dark rocks whose summer wreaths are cast, | |
| And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze, | |
| Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last. | |
| Yet a few sunny days, in which the bee | |
| Shall murmur by the hedge that skirts the way, | 10 |
| The cricket chirp upon the russet lea, | |
| And man delight to linger in thy ray. | |
| Yet one rich smile, and we will try to bear | |
| The piercing winter frost, and winds, and darkened air. | | | | |
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