Wind and the robin’s note to-day Have heard of autumn and betray The green long reign of summer. The rust is falling in the leaves, September stands beside the sheaves, The new, the happy comer. Not sad my season of the red And russet orchards gaily spread From Cholesbury to Cooming, Nor sad when twilit valley trees Are ships becalmed on misty seas, And beetles go abooming. Now soon shall come the morning crowds Of starlings, soon the coloured clouds From oak and ash and willow, And soon the thorn and briar shall be Rich in their crimson livery, In scarlet and in yellow. Spring laughed and thrilled a million veins, And summer shone above her rains To fill September’s faring; September talks as kings who know The world’s way and superbly go In robes of wisdom’s wearing. |