Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SEPTEMBER DARK, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY 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
THE air falls chill;
Pipes lonesomely behind the hill:
The dusk grows dense,
The silence tense;
And, lo, the katydids commence.
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.
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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