<h2><SPAN name="page95"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>SEPTEMBER</h2>
<p class="poetry">My life’s long radiant Summer halts at
last,<br/>
And lo! beside my path way I behold<br/>
Pursuing Autumn glide: nor frost nor cold<br/>
Has heralded her presence; but a vast<br/>
Sweet calm that comes not till the year has passed<br/>
Its fevered solstice, and a tinge of gold<br/>
Subdues the vivid colouring of bold<br/>
And passion-hued emotions. I will cast</p>
<p class="poetry">My August days behind me with my May,<br/>
Nor strive to drag them into Autumn’s
place,<br/>
Nor swear I hope when I do but
remember.<br/>
Now violet and rose have had their day,<br/>
I’ll pluck the soberer asters with good
grace<br/>
And call September nothing but
September.</p>
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