Sonnet IV

When Autumn gently took away the leaves
So too did she remove me from my Kate.
But elms weep not, nor can they grieve
On tender human hearts that learn too late.

Where once we hid from clumsy things of man
I pass each day, now barren of her smile.
Where we would meet to make small plans
That place will hold for me another trial.

I will for ever know that sad and somber place,
And when October draws itself to close
The elms will cry, drop tears on my face
And each autumnal season comes and goes.

I never will forget the time we shared
And like the elms, never weep in my despair.