Edward Dowden (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. 

1. In the Galleries
2. On the Heights
3. The Wanderer
4. “La Révélation par le Désert”
5. A Child’s Noonday Sleep

Amy Levy (Эми Леви) In September ("The sky is silver-grey; the long")

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