Ralph Waldo Emerson: September
In the turbulent beauty Of a gusty Autumn day, Poet on a sunny headland Sighed his soul away. Farms the sunny landscape dappled, Swandown clouds dappled the farms, Cattle lowed in mellow distance Where far oaks outstretched their arms. Sudden gusts came full of meaning, All too much to him they said, Oh, south winds have long memories, Of that be none afraid. I cannot tell rude listeners Half the tell-tale South-wind said,— 'T would bring the blushes of yon maples To a man and to a maid.