Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun! <br />One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air, <br />Ere, o'er the frozen earth, the loud winds ran, <br />Or snows are sifted o'er the meadows bare. <br />One smile on the brown hills and naked trees, <br />And the dark rocks whose summer wreaths are cast, <br />And the blue Gentian flower, that, in the breeze, <br />Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last. <br />Yet a few sunny days, in which the bee <br />Shall murmur by the hedge that skim the way, <br />The cricket chirp upon the russet lea, <br />And man delight to linger in thy ray. <br />Yet one rich smile, and we will try to bear <br />The piercing winter frost, and winds, and darkened air.<br /><br />William Cullen Bryant<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/november-3/
