Silas Weir Mitchell

(1828-1914 / USA)

October - Poem by Silas Weir Mitchell

STAY, gentle sunshine, stay;
Sweet west wind, bide awhile;
Nay, linger, and my maid
Shall bribe you with a smile.

Sweet sun and west wind, stay,
You know not what you miss;
Nay, linger, and my maid
Shall pay you with a kiss.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 16, 2010

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