At Evening - A poem by Louisa Cooke Don-Carlos

Remember

Remember me, when autumn leaves are failing,
All redd and gold beneath the cloudless sky;
Remember me, when wintry winds are calling
And over hill and valley soft the snowflakes lie.

Remember me, when Spring trips o'er the meadows
With violets and crocus in her hair;
Renember me, when Summer brings the roses
And breathe a little sigh, my dear, because I am not
there

^__Louisa Cooke Don-Carlos