 | Hymns and verses by Samuel Longfellow |  |
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SEPTEMBER.
Summer is gone; but summer days remain:
Not all at once the sun withdraws his heat,
Though the day later dawns and flies more fleet.
A softened warmth glows upon vale and plain;
From field and orchard now the full-heaped wain
Brings the ripe fruitage of the vanished days;
With gold and purple all the roadsides blaze;
To dream of summer still the earth is fain.
Not all at once the sun withdraws his heat,
Though the day later dawns and flies more fleet.
A softened warmth glows upon vale and plain;
From field and orchard now the full-heaped wain
Brings the ripe fruitage of the vanished days;
With gold and purple all the roadsides blaze;
To dream of summer still the earth is fain.
So from my life the summer now is gone,
And yet my heart some lingering glow retains,
Some joy in beauty, some unchilled romance;
Though fled the raptures of my manhood's dawn,
Yet love of truth, yet love of love, remains,
And gentle visions still my soul entrance.
And yet my heart some lingering glow retains,
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Though fled the raptures of my manhood's dawn,
Yet love of truth, yet love of love, remains,
And gentle visions still my soul entrance.
1886.
| Hymns and verses by Samuel Longfellow | |