POEMS 14th July

It's September By Edgar A.
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It's September, and the orchards are afire with red and gold,
And the nights with dew are heavy, and the morning's sharp with cold;
Now the garden's at its gayest with the salvia blazing red
And the good old-fashioned asters laughing at us from their bed;
Once again in shoes and stockings are the children's little feet,
And the dog now does his snoozing on the bright side of the street.
It's September, and the cornstalks are as high as they will go,
And the red cheeks of the apples everywhere begin to show;
Now the supper's scarcely over ere the darkness settles down
And the moon looms big and yellow at the edges of the town;
Oh, it's good to see the children, when their little prayers are said,
Duck beneath the patchwork covers when they tumble into bed.
It's September, and a calmness and a sweetness seem to fall

Over everything that's living, just as though it hears the call
Of Old Winter, trudging slowly, with his pack of ice and snow,
In the distance over yonder, and it somehow seems as though
Every tiny little blossom wants to look its very best
When the frost shall bite its petals and it droops away to rest.
It's September! It's the fullness and the ripeness of the year;
All the work of earth is finished, or the final tasks are near,
But there is no doleful wailing; every living thing that grows,
For the end that is approaching wears the finest garb it knows.
And I pray that I may proudly hold my head up high and smile
When I come to my September in the golden afterwhile.
Nothing Gold Can Stay By Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud By William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Edgar Guest (1881-1959) captures the breathtaking beauty of September and how the world is
transformed with hues of gold, orange, red, and yellow. In many of his poems, he used everyday
experiences to capture more significant thoughts on life. When reflecting on the end of life, we can
see that it is comparable to September, full and ripe, a life well-lived.
Robert Frost is one of the most famous poets from the 1900s. He never earned a formal college
degree, but he did receive honorary degrees from more than 40 colleges and universities. This
famous poem shows that everything in life is cyclical and that the beauty in nature only lasts for a
short period of time. Even though life ends, there is new life waiting to come forth.
"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" is a lyric poem that expresses deep feelings about the beauty of
nature. William Wordsworth was a well-known poet of the Romantic era, which began at the
beginning of the 1800s. The focus during the Romantic era was on people's feelings and their
connectedness to nature. That was a drastic shift from the emphasis on science and reason of the
Enlightenment era, which came before. "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" is one of Wordsworth's
most famous poems. It was inspired by a journal entry his sister wrote recounting when the two of
them went for a walk along the bay and saw a large number of daffodils.

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It's September By Edgar A.

It's September, and a calmness and a sweetness seem to fall

Nothing Gold Can Stay By Robert Frost

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud By William Wordsworth

Continuous as the stars that shine

The waves beside them danced; but they

For oft, when on my couch I lie

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