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  1. My November Guest. Robert Frost. 1874 –. 1963. My sorrow, when she’s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain. Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane.

  2. The Full Text of “My November Guest” 1 My sorrow, when she’s here with me, 2 Thinks these dark days of autumn rain. 3 Are beautiful as days can be; 4 She loves the bare, the withered tree; 5 She walks the sodden pasture lane. 6 Her pleasure will not let me stay. 7 She talks and I am fain to list:

  3. Thinks these dark days of autumn rain. Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walked the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay. She talks and I am fain to list: She's glad the birds are gone away, She's glad her simple worsted gray. Is silver now with clinging mist.

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  5. My November Guest by Robert Frost - Meaning, Themes, Analysis and Literary Devices - American Poems. My Sorrow, when she’s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain. Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay.

  6. Famous Nature Poem. The landscape of New England influenced many of Robert Frost’s poems, which can be seen in “My November Guest.”. In this poem, sorrow is personified as someone the speaker loved. While the speaker sees things one way, Sorrow sees them differently.

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  7. Robert Frost. My November Guest. My Sorrow, when she’s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay.

  8. My November Guest. My Sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain. Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay.

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