"In Nutting Time
Come, Sweetheart, put your hand in mine,
And stroll with me down wood-land ways,
Where scattered sunbeams show and shine
Like gleams of golden yesterdays,
and sing to me some happy rhyme
Of life and love and nutting time.
'Twas nutting time when first we met --
In nutting time I told my love;
The dropping leaves an amulet
Wove 'round us -- and the sky above
Smiled on -- all nature seemed to chime
Of life and love and nutting time.
So, sweetheart, when I ask the day,
We two shall join our lives in one --
When I shall claim you mine for aye,
and all my wooing shall be done --
Make answer by some sweet old rhyme,
Of life and love and nutting time.
-Mary Clark Huntington."