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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408384" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>September in Australia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grey Winter hath gone, like a wearisome guest, <br> And, behold, for repayment, <br>September comes in with the wind of the West <br> And the Spring in her raiment! <br>The ways of the frost have been filled of the flowers, <br> While the forest discovers <br>Wild wings, with the halo of hyaline hours, <br> And the music of lovers. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">September, the maid with the swift, silver feet! <br> She glides, and she graces <br>The valleys of coolness, the slopes of the heat, <br> With her blossomy traces; <br>Sweet month, with a mouth that is made of a rose, <br> She lightens and lingers <br>In spots where the harp of the evening glows, <br> Attuned by her fingers. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The stream from its home in the hollow hill slips <br> In a darling old fashion; <br>And the day goeth down with a song on its lips <br> Whose key-note is passion; <br>Far out in the fierce, bitter front of the sea <br> I stand, and remember <br>Dead things that were brothers and sisters of thee, <br> Resplendent September. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The West, when it blows at the fall of the noon <br> And beats on the beaches, <br>Is filled with a tender and tremulous tune <br> That touches and teaches; <br>The stories of Youth, of the burden of Time, <br> And the death of Devotion, <br>Come back with the wind, and are themes of the rhyme <br> In the waves of the ocean. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We, having a secret to others unknown, <br> In the cool mountain-mosses, <br>May whisper together, September, alone <br> Of our loves and our losses. <br>One word for her beauty, and one for the grace <br> She gave to the hours; <br>And then we may kiss her, and suffer her face <br> To sleep with the flowers. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, season of changes -- of shadow and shine -- <br> September the splendid! <br>My song hath no music to mingle with thine, <br> And its burden is ended; <br>But thou, being born of the winds and the sun, <br> By mountain, by river, <br>Mayst lighten and listen, and loiter and run, <br> With thy voices for ever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408384" data-title="September in Australia de Henry Kendall" data-description="Grey Winter hath gone, like a wearisome guest, And, behold, for repayment, September comes in with the wind of the West And the Spring in her raiment! The ways of the frost have been filled of the flowers, ..."></div> </div> </div>
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