SUMMER'S gone and over! Fogs are falling down; And with russet tinges Autumn's doing brown. Boughs are daily rifled By the gusty thieves, And the Book of Nature Getteth short of leaves. Round the tops of houses, Swallows, as they flit, Give, like yearly tenants, Notices to quit. Skies, of fickle temper, Weep by turns, and laugh -- Night and Day together Taking half-and-half. So September endeth -- Cold, and most perverse -- But the month that follows, Sure will pinch us worse! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH ON ELIZABETH, L.H. by BEN JONSON ECCLESIASTES by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |