Ralph Waldo Emerson: September

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.