Poem by Lucy Maud Montgomery

September

Lo! a ripe sheaf of many golden days 
Gleaned by the year in autumn’s harvest ways, 
With here and there, blood-tinted as an ember, 
Some crimson poppy of a late delight 
Atoning in its splendor for the flight 
Of summer blooms and joys­
This is September.

1. The Sea Spirit
2. Song of the Sea-Wind
3. The Difference
4. A Request
5. Harbor Moonrise

George Arnold September ("Sweet is the voice that calls")

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