Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)
September (September comes along the great green way)
September comes along the great green way That Spring and Summer fashioned for our feet. And though her face is beautiful and sweet, Though gracious smiles about her ripe mouth play, Yet subtle recollections of each day Of idleness in her large look I meet. All things achieved stand small and incomplete Beside the boastful promises of May! Now I berate fair June, who tempted me With fragrant beds of roses, and as well Her siren sisters, who were following near; But most of all I do accuse the Sea. Reach me thine hand, and help me break the spell, September, matron-mentor of the year!
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