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In
Divers Tones
by
Charles G.D. Roberts
Edited
by Tracy Ware
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IN
SEPTEMBER
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This
windy, bright September afternoon
My heart is wide awake, yet full
of dreams.
The air, alive with hushed confusion,
teems
With scent of grain-fields, and a mystic rune,
Foreboding of the fall of Summer soon,
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Keeps
swelling and subsiding; till there seems
O’er all the world of valleys,
hills, and streams,
Only the wind’s inexplicable tune.
My heart is full of dreams, yet wide awake.
I lie and watch the topmost tossing
boughs
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Of
tall elms, pale against the vaulted blue;
But even now some yellowing branches shake,
Some hue of death the living green endows:—
If beauty flies, fain would I
vanish too.
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