vocabulary words included "worsted" and "vex"

My mixed feelings about fall this year continue, but I have no mixed feelings about this poem, which I have loved ever since I encountered it in 11th grade English and am trying to believe extra hard this year.My November Guestby Robert FrostMy sorrow, when she’s here with me,     Thinks these dark days of autumn rainAre 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 daysBefore the coming of the snow,But it were vain to tell her so,     And they are better for her praise.See you next week. xxo