Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, IN SEPTEMBER, by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE



Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

IN SEPTEMBER, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Still are the meadowlands, and still
Last Line: My lute can never say.
Subject(s): September


STILL are the meadowlands, and still
Ripens the upland corn,
And over the brown gradual hill
The moon has dipped a horn.

The voices of the dear unknown
With silent hearts now call,
My rose of youth is overblown
And trembles to the fall.

My song forsakes me like the birds
That leave the rain and grey,
I hear the music of the words
My lute can never say.





Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!


Other Poems of Interest...



Home: PoetryExplorer.net