Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SEPTEMBER, by CARLOS WILCOX First Line: The sultry summer past, september comes Last Line: From some tall beech, fast falling through the leaves. Subject(s): September | ||||||||
The sultry summer past, September comes, Soft twilight of the slow-declining year, All mildness, soothing loneliness and peace; The fading season ere the falling come, More sober than the buxom, blooming May, And therefore less the favorite of the world, But dearest month of all to pensive minds. 'Tis now far spent; and the meridian sun, Most sweetly smiling with attemper'd beams, Sheds gently down a mild and grateful warmth. Beneath its yellow lustre, groves and woods, Checker'd by one night's frost with various hues, While yet no wind has swept a leaf away, Shine doubly rich. It were a sad delight Down the smooth stream to glide and see it tinged Upon each brink with all the gorgeous hues, The yellow, red or purple of the trees That, singly or in tufts, or forests thick Adorn the shores; to see, perhaps, the side Of some high mount reflected far below With its bright colors intermix'd with spots Of darker green. Yes, it were sweetly sad To wander in the open fields and hear, E'en at this hour, the noonday hardly past, The lulling insects of the summer's night; To hear, where lately buzzing swarms were heard, A lonely bee long roving here and there To find a single flower, but all in vain; Then rising quick, and with a louder hum, In widening circles round and round his head, Straight by the listener flying clear away, As if to bid the fields a last adieu; To hear, within the woodland's sunny side, Late full of music, nothing save, perhaps, The sound of nutshells by the squirrel dropp'd From some tall beech, fast falling through the leaves. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANOTHER SEPTEMBER by THOMAS KINSELLA THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: JULY by EDMUND SPENSER SEPTEMBER by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT LANGUID SEPTEMBER by ANNE MILLAY BREMER WRITTEN ON A BRIDGE by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH SEPTEMBER by JULIA JOHNSON DAVIS |
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