Seasonable Change by Zora Cross

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I had not thought to part so suddenly.
Old loves are sweet and new ones must be tried. 
I had not found a fault, nor did my pride 
Bid me beware even in secrecy.
Indeed, I hardly thought, so conscience-free,
Blossom should seed, seed fruit, and from my side 
So dear a friend could go as one who died
Lang syne. And yet the rift was not through me. 

I had walked on another hundred miles
With you-or thousand. I had been content 
But to remain held in your close embrace, 
I had not turned for any other's wiles.
It was your wish, November, that you went.
Can I be blamed December takes your place?

First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 5 December 1938

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