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The Heart of a Woman And The Stars I Want to Die While You Love Me The Suppliant Welt Youth Eucalyptus Trees When I Behold the Greatest Wonder and Joy Doubt Her Eyes A Last Prayer September Tides Aeglamour's Soliloquy The Hour-Glass How He Saw Her Hymn to Cynthia Hymn to the Belly On Lucy, Countess of Bedford |
Sea Gull Lighting The golden-rod is yellow; The corn is turning brown; The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down. The gentian's bluest fringes Are curling in the sun; Merrill Shoes In dusty pods the milkweed Its hidden silk has spun. Merrill Shoes The sedges flaunt their harvest, In every meadow nook; And asters by the brook-side Make asters in the brook. From dewy lanes at morning The grapes' sweet odors rise; At noon the roads all flutter With yellow butterflies. By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather, And autumn's best of cheer. But none of all this beauty Which floods the earth and air Is unto me the secret Which makes September fair. 'T is a thing which I remember; To name it thrills me yet: One day of one September I never can forget. |