Voice on the Wind, and Other Poems

<h2><SPAN name="YOUNG_SEPTEMBER" id="YOUNG_SEPTEMBER"></SPAN>YOUNG SEPTEMBER</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <h4>I</h4> <span class="i0">With a look and a laugh where the stream was flowing,<br/></span> <span class="i1">September led me along the land;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where the golden-rod and lobelia, glowing,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Seemed burning torches within her hand.<br/></span> <span class="i0">And faint as the thistle's or milk-weed's feather<br/></span> <span class="i0">I glimpsed her form through the sparkling weather.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <h4>II</h4> <span class="i2">Now 'twas her hand and now her hair<br/></span> <span class="i2">That tossed me welcome everywhere;<br/></span> <span class="i0">That lured me onward through the stately rooms<br/></span> <span class="i0">Of forest, hung and carpeted with glooms,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And windowed wide with azure, doored with green.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Through which rich glimmers of her robe were seen&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Now, like some deep marsh-mallow, rosy gold;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Now, like the great Joe-Pye-weed, fold on fold<br/></span> <span class="i0">Of heavy mauve; and now, like the intense<br/></span> <span class="i0">Massed iron-weed, a purple opulence.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <h4>III</h4> <span class="i0">Along the bank in a wild procession<br/></span> <span class="i2">Of gold and sapphire the blossoms blew;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And borne on the breeze came their soft confession<br/></span> <span class="i2">In syllables musk of honey and dew;<br/></span> <span class="i0">In words unheard that their lips kept saying,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Sweet as the lips of children praying.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</SPAN></span> <h4>IV</h4> <span class="i2">And so, meseemed, I heard them tell<br/></span> <span class="i2">How here her loving glance once fell<br/></span> <span class="i0">Upon this bank, and from its azure grew<br/></span> <span class="i0">The ageratum mist-flower's happy hue:<br/></span> <span class="i0">How from her kiss, as crimson as the dawn,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The cardinal-flow'r drew its vermilion;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And from her hair's blond touch th' elecampane<br/></span> <span class="i0">Evolved the glory of its golden rain;<br/></span> <span class="i0">White from her starry footsteps, redolent,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The aster pearled its flowery firmament.<br/></span></div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</SPAN></span></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />