Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse. 1912.
OctoberA WoodHenry Cuyler Bunner 18551896
Henry Cuyler Bunner236 Candor
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And she stood up looking uncommonly tall;
“You are going to speak of the hectic Fall,
And say you ’re sorry the summer ’s dead.
And no other summer was like it, you know,
And can I imagine what made it so?
Now are n’t you, honestly?” “Yes,” I said.
“You are going to ask if I forget That day in June when the woods were wet, And you carried me”—here she dropped her head— “Over the creek; you are going to say, Do I remember that horrid day. Now are n’t you, honestly?” “Yes,” I said. “You are going to say that since that time You have rather tended to run to rhyme, And”—her clear glance fell and her cheek grew red— “And have I noticed your tone was queer?— Why, everybody has seen it here!— Now are n’t you, honestly?” “Yes,” I said. “You ’re going to say you ’ve been much annoyed, And I ’m short of tact—you will say devoid— And I ’m clumsy and awkward, and call me Ted, And I bear abuse like a dear old lamb, And you ’ll have me, anyway, just as I am. Now are n’t you, honestly?” “Ye-es,” she said.