In Divers Tones

by Charles G.D. Roberts

Edited by Tracy Ware


 

IN SEPTEMBER


 

This windy, bright September afternoon
   My heart is wide awake, yet full of dreams.
   The air, alive with hushed confusion, teems
With scent of grain-fields, and a mystic rune,
Foreboding of the fall of Summer soon,
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   Keeps swelling and subsiding; till there seems
   O’er all the world of valleys, hills, and streams,
Only the wind’s inexplicable tune.

My heart is full of dreams, yet wide awake.
  I lie and watch the topmost tossing boughs

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   Of tall elms, pale against the vaulted blue;
But even now some yellowing branches shake,
  Some hue of death the living green endows:—
   If beauty flies, fain would I vanish too.