Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
September, 1889Louise Brooks
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The golden lines September comes to trace
Across the shortening day with shining grace—
The upland yonder that erewhile was dark
Shows gleaming russet now. The elms o’ the park
Hang yellow fringes. Darting shadows chase
Along the lawn, or tremble and enlace
On groundwork glistening with a golden spark.
In mazy dances up and down they fly,
For Summer’s parting gifts to Autumn they
Bear lightly, touching here and resting there—
September’s robes are flushed with golden dye,
And magic mists enwrap each shortening day.