September

Slumberously burns the sun Over slopes adust and dun, Leaning southward through September. . . . I forget and I remember, Life is half oblivion. . . . Somnolently burns the sun. Close and dim the horizons creep, Earthward lapse the heavens in sleep; Woodlands faint with azure air Seem but bourns of Otherwhere: Swooning with ensorcelled sleep, Close and dim the horizons creep. Embers from a dreamland hearth, Glow the leaves in croft and garth; Vines within the willows drawn Relume the gold of visions gone; Darkly burn, in croft and garth, Embers from a dreamland hearth. Sleepy like an airless fire, Smoulders my supreme desire: Throeless, in the tranquil sun, Hearts could melt and merge as one In forgetful soft desire Drowsy like an airless fire.