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.