1My sorrow, when she’s here with me,
2Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
3Are beautiful as days can be;
4She loves the bare, the withered tree;
5She walks the sodden pasture lane.
6Her pleasure will not let me stay.
7She talks and I am fain to list:
8She’s glad the birds are gone away,
9She’s glad her simple worsted grey
10Is silver now with clinging mist.
11The desolate, deserted trees,
12The faded earth, the heavy sky,
13The beauties she so truly sees,
14She thinks I have no eye for these,
15And vexes me for reason why.
16Not yesterday I learned to know
17The love of bare November days
18Before the coming of the snow,
19But it were vain to tell her so,
20And they are better for her praise.
1My sorrow, when she’s here with me,
2Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
3Are beautiful as days can be;
4She loves the bare, the withered tree;
5She walks the sodden pasture lane.
6Her pleasure will not let me stay.
7She talks and I am fain to list:
8She’s glad the birds are gone away,
9She’s glad her simple worsted grey
10Is silver now with clinging mist.
11The desolate, deserted trees,
12The faded earth, the heavy sky,
13The beauties she so truly sees,
14She thinks I have no eye for these,
15And vexes me for reason why.
16Not yesterday I learned to know
17The love of bare November days
18Before the coming of the snow,
19But it were vain to tell her so,
20And they are better for her praise.
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.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She’s glad the birds are gone away,
She’s glad her simple worsted grey
Is silver now with clinging mist.
The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
Listen to a Recording of the Poem — Hear "My November Guest" read aloud.
First Edition of A Boy's Will — A listing for a first edition of Frost's first book, A Boy's Will, in which "My November Guest" was published.
Learn More About the Poet's Life — A Poetry Foundation biography of Frost.
A 1988 PBS Documentary of Frost — Watch a detailed documentary of the poet from the Voices and Vision series.
A Look at Frost's Relationship to Farming — A New Yorker article discussing Frost's early years on farms and their significance to his poetry.