Poetry Friday: September in Australia by Henry Clarence Kendall

September, the maid with the swift silver feet!
She glides, and she graces
The 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 lingers
In spots where the harp of the evening glows,
Attuned by her fingers.

- from September in Australia by Henry Clarence Kendall

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