September in Australia
Henry Kendall
Teacher card
- Published
- 1920, in The Poems of Henry Kendall
- Length
- 64 lines, 441 words, 1 word in 21 is long
- Year band
- Reading load: Years 3–4. A guide from word length, not a curriculum level.
- Themes
- spring, sun, wind
- Time
- 5–10 min, depending on the activity
The text
Grey Winter hath gone, like a wearisome guest,And, behold, for repayment,September comes in with the wind of the WestAnd the Spring in her raiment!The ways of the frost have been filled of the flowers,While the forest discoversWild wings, with the halo of hyaline hours,And the music of lovers.
September, the maid with the swift, silver feet!She glides, and she gracesThe valleys of coolness, the slopes of the heat,With her blossomy traces;Sweet month, with a mouth that is made of a rose,She lightens and lingersIn spots where the harp of the evening glows,Attuned by her fingers.
The stream from its home in the hollow hill slipsIn a darling old fashion;And the day goeth down with a song on its lips,Whose key-note is passion.Far out in the fierce, bitter front of the seaI stand, and rememberDead things that were brothers and sisters of thee,Resplendent September!
The West, when it blows at the fall of the noonAnd beats on the beaches,Is filled with a tender and tremulous tuneThat touches and teaches;The stories of Youth, of the burden of Time,And the death of Devotion,Come back with the wind, and are themes of the rhymeIn the waves of the ocean.
We, having a secret to others unknown,In the cool mountain-mosses,May whisper together, September, aloneOf our loves and our losses!One word for her beauty, and one for the graceShe gave to the hours;And then we may kiss her, and suffer her faceTo sleep with the flowers.
High places that knew of the gold and the whiteOn the forehead of MorningNow darken and quake, and the steps of the NightAre heavy with warning.Her voice in the distance is lofty and loudThrough the echoing gorges;She hath hidden her eyes in a mantle of cloud,And her feet in the surges.
On the tops of the hills, on the turreted cones—Chief temples of thunder—The gale, like a ghost, in the middle watch moans,Gliding over and under.The sea, flying white through the rack and the rain,Leapeth wild at the forelands;And the plover, whose cry is like passion with pain,Complains in the moorlands.
Oh, season of changes—of shadow and shine—September the splendid!My song hath no music to mingle with thine,And its burden is ended;But thou, being born of the winds and the sun,By mountain, by river,Mayst lighten and listen, and loiter and run,With thy voices for ever!
Henry Kendall (died 1882), The Poems of Henry Kendall (1920), lines 3261–3331 of Project Gutenberg ebook #962. Public domain in Australia: the author died before 1955. Copied word for word and checked against the ebook.
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