The woods were black and crimson,
The frost-bit flowers were dead,
But Sweetheart Indian Summer came
With love-winds round her head.
While fruits God-given and splendid
Belonged to her domain:
Baskets of corn in perfect ear
And grapes with purple stain,
The treacherous winds persuaded her
Spring Love was in the wood
Altho' the end of love was hers-
Fruition, Motherhood.
Sweetheart Autumn
Vachel Lindsay
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Poem topics: god, perfect, purple, spring, summer, head, frost, black, indian, crimson, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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