The golden-rod is yellow;The corn is turning brown;The trees in apple orchardsWith fruit are bending down.The gentian's bluest fringesAre curling in the sun;In dusty pods the milkweedIts hidden silk has spun.The sedges flaunt their harvest,In every meadow nook;And asters by the brook-sideMake asters in the brook.From dewy lanes at morningThe grapes' sweet odors rise;At noon the roads all flutterWith yellow butterflies.By all these lovely tokensSeptember days are here,With summer's best of weather,And autumn's best of cheer.Helen Hunt Jackson.
The golden-rod is yellow;The corn is turning brown;The trees in apple orchardsWith fruit are bending down.The gentian's bluest fringesAre curling in the sun;In dusty pods the milkweedIts hidden silk has spun.The sedges flaunt their harvest,In every meadow nook;And asters by the brook-sideMake asters in the brook.From dewy lanes at morningThe grapes' sweet odors rise;At noon the roads all flutterWith yellow butterflies.By all these lovely tokensSeptember days are here,With summer's best of weather,And autumn's best of cheer.Helen Hunt Jackson.
The golden-rod is yellow;The corn is turning brown;The trees in apple orchardsWith fruit are bending down.
The golden-rod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.
The gentian's bluest fringesAre curling in the sun;In dusty pods the milkweedIts hidden silk has spun.
The gentian's bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun.
The sedges flaunt their harvest,In every meadow nook;And asters by the brook-sideMake asters in the brook.
The sedges flaunt their harvest,
In every meadow nook;
And asters by the brook-side
Make asters in the brook.
From dewy lanes at morningThe grapes' sweet odors rise;At noon the roads all flutterWith yellow butterflies.
From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes' sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies.
By all these lovely tokensSeptember days are here,With summer's best of weather,And autumn's best of cheer.Helen Hunt Jackson.
By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer's best of weather,
And autumn's best of cheer.
Helen Hunt Jackson.
Copyright, 1900, by A. W. Mumford.