A November Daisy + 

Afterthought of summer’s bloom! + 

Late arrival at the feast, + 

Coming when the songs have ceased + 

And the merry guests departed, + 

Leaving but an empty room, + 

Silence, solitude, and gloom⁠— + 

Are you lonely, heavy-hearted; + 

You, the last of all your kind, + 

Nodding in the autumn-wind; + 

Now that all your friends are flown, + 

Blooming late and all alone? + 

Nay, I wrong you, little flower, + 

Reading mournful mood of mine + 

In your looks, that give no sign + 

Of a spirit dark and cheerless! + 

You possess the heavenly power + 

That rejoices in the hour. + 

Glad, contented, free, and fearless, + 

Lift a sunny face to heaven + 

When a sunny day is given! + 

Make a summer of your own, + 

Blooming late and all alone! + 

Once the daisies gold and white + 

Sea-like through the meadow rolled: + 

Once my heart could hardly hold + 

All its pleasures. I remember, + 

In the flood of youth’s delight + 

Separate joys were lost to sight. + 

That was summer! Now November + 

Sets the perfect flower apart; + 

Gives each blossom of the heart + 

Meaning, beauty, grace unknown⁠— + 

Blooming late and all alone. + 