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Edward Dowden (Эдуард (Эдвард) Дауден (Доуден))


In September


SPRING scarce had greener fields to show than these
Of mid September; through the still warm noon
The rivulets ripple forth a gladder tune
Than ever in the summer; from the trees
Dusk-green, and murmuring inward melodies,
No leaf drops yet; only our evenings swoon
In pallid skies more suddenly, and the moon
Finds motionless white mists out on the leas.
Dear chance it were in some rough wood-god's lair
A month hence, gazing on the last bright field,
To sink o'er-drowsed, and dream that wild-flowers blew
Around my head and feet silently there,
Till Spring's glad choir adown the valley pealed,
And violets trembled in the morning dew. 



Edward Dowden's other poems:
  1. In the Cathedral
  2. In July


Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) In September ("The winds are in the wood again to-day")
  • Amy Levy (Эми Леви) In September ("The sky is silver-grey; the long")

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