Letter from Laura Elma Watrous to Frances Miller Seward, October 31, 1852

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Letter from Laura Elma Watrous to Frances Miller Seward, October 31, 1852
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Distributor:Seward Family Digital Archive

Institution:University of Rochester

Repository:Rare Books and Special Collections

Date:1852-10-31

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Letter from Laura Elma Watrous to Frances Miller Seward, October 31, 1852

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sender: Laura Watrous
Birth: 1805-01-29  Death: 1860

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receiver: Frances Seward
Birth: 1805-09-24  Death: 1865-06-21

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revision:  2015-06-16

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October,
as gazed upon, in Gov.Seward
Birth: 1801-05-16 Death: 1872-10-10
’s garden –
Oct 31st/52
Alas, the time has come to sever –
Gay October, fare thee well;
Thou’st bound upon my heart forever,
Gorgeous beauty’s magic spell.
Where didst gather all this tinting –
Oh that vermeil– amber – green –
How profuse – no glory stinting–
Beauty leaps, to sit as queen.
Yonder tree in robe of crimson,
waves against a tree of gold;
Graced with many an umber cordon–
Ah, it cannot half be told.
Are there fairy fingers lopping
Leafy honors from their place,
That so gently they are dropping–
Waving – circling, with such grace?
Seems it like a friendly soothing –
Easing pangs of dread decay –
Into fairy-carpet smoothing
Sever’d leaves in rich array –
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How I love thee, dear October,
Gay and sad, thy look and tone;
Loving thoughts both calm and sober,
Bind thee to me, as my own.
But the time has come for parting –
I must let thee go thy way;
Useless is the tear that’s starting,
Thou dost heed not –will not stay.