Young September (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I With a look and a laugh where the stream was flowing, September led me along the land; Where the golden-rod and lobelia, ...
I With a look and a laugh where the stream was flowing, September led me along the land; Where the golden-rod and lobelia, ...
The startled quail in covies whir From 'neath your feet as on you strayAlong the narrow thread-like path, This cool October day.The ...
IThe shivering wind sits in the oaks, whose limbs,Twisted and tortured, nevermore are still;Grief and decay sit with it; they, ...
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