The Fair Gray Lady

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Title:     The Fair Gray Lady
Author: Helen Gray Cone [More Titles by Cone]

When the charm at last is fled
From the woodland stark and pale,
And like shades of glad hours dead
Whirl the leaves before the gale:

When against the western fire
Darkens many an empty nest,
Like a thwarted heart's desire
That in prime was hardly guessed:

Then the fair gray Lady leans,
Lingering, o'er the faded grass,
Still the soul of all the scenes
Once she graced, a golden lass.

O'er the Year's discrowned sleep,
Dear as in her earlier day,
She her bending watch doth keep,
She the Goldenrod grown gray.

[The end]
Helen Gray Cone's poem: Fair Gray Lady

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