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SEPTEMBER.
O golden child of the year
That is sere,
Gauze-clad in gossamer twining!
O month that walkest a maid,
Unafraid,
O'er meadows with dew-pearls shining!
That is sere,
Gauze-clad in gossamer twining!
O month that walkest a maid,
Unafraid,
O'er meadows with dew-pearls shining!
Thy rippling laugh is the breeze
In the trees,
Thy voice is the starling calling;
Thy golden dower are the sheaves,
And the leaves
From wall and from woodland falling.
In the trees,
Thy voice is the starling calling;
Thy golden dower are the sheaves,
And the leaves
From wall and from woodland falling.
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The hills lie purple in haze
All thy days,
The cloud sleeps over its shadow;
As a ghost in raiment of white,
All the night
The mist keeps watch o'er the meadow.
All thy days,
The cloud sleeps over its shadow;
As a ghost in raiment of white,
All the night
The mist keeps watch o'er the meadow.
The splendour thou hast, yet the spleen
Of a queen;
For oft, when the woods are fairest,
Thou darkenest heaven with a frown,
And thy crown
With a tempest of passion tearest.
Of a queen;
For oft, when the woods are fairest,
Thou darkenest heaven with a frown,
And thy crown
With a tempest of passion tearest.
Yet hast thou a kindly hest,
Wayward guest,
And gently breakest the message,
That days more niggard of light
And the flight
Of gathering swallows presage.
Wayward guest,
And gently breakest the message,
That days more niggard of light
And the flight
Of gathering swallows presage.
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O child of the summer past,
Though the last,
Yet dearest of all we find thee!
O stay with us, and by thy stay
Keep away
The hungering winter behind thee!
Though the last,
Yet dearest of all we find thee!
O stay with us, and by thy stay
Keep away
The hungering winter behind thee!
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