Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SEPTEMBER DARK, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY



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SEPTEMBER DARK, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: The air falls chill
Last Line: O dews, weep on uncomforted!
Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F.
Subject(s): Katydids; Night; September; Bedtime


I

THE air falls chill;
The whippoorwill
Pipes lonesomely behind the hill:
The dusk grows dense,
The silence tense;
And, lo, the katydids commence.

II

Through shadowy rifts
Of woodland, lifts
The low, slow moon, and upward drifts,
While left and right
The fireflies' light
Swirls eddying in the skirts of Night.

III

O Cloudland, gray
And level, lay
Thy mists across the face of Day!
At foot and head,
Above the dead,
O Dews, weep on uncomforted!





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