More Songs from Vagabondia

by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey


 

SEPTEMBER WOODLANDS


 

THIS is not sadness in the wood;
The yellowbird
Flits joying through the solitude,
By no thought stirred
Save of his little duskier mate
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And rompings jolly.

If there’s a Dryad in the wood,
She is not sad.
Too wise the spirits are to brood;
Divinely glad,

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They dream with countenance sedate
Not melancholy.