Poem by Lucy Maud Montgomery

September

Lo! a ripe sheaf of many golden days 
Gleaned by the year in autumn’s harvest ways, 
With here and there, blood-tinted as an ember, 
Some crimson poppy of a late delight 
Atoning in its splendor for the flight 
Of summer blooms and joys­
This is September.

1. The Sea Spirit
2. The Forest Path
3. The Sea to the Shore
4. The Hill Maples
5. At the Long Sault

George Arnold September ("Sweet is the voice that calls")

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