By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer.

The wind blows Through the doors of my heart. It scatters my sheet music That climbs like waves from the piano, free of the keys.

Warm summer sun, shine kindly here; Warm southern wind, blow softly here; Green sod above, lie light, lie light — Good night, dear heart, good night, good night.

How sociable the garden was. We ate and talked in given light. The children put their toys to grass All the warm wakeful August night.

Under Orion on the green-waved lawn I float, high — New moon, old craft Tide strong as ever to the sheer horizon.

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night.

He stood beside a cottage lone And listened to a lute, One summer’s eve, when the breeze was gone, And the nightingale was mute.

Sleepy and suburban at dusk, I learn again the yard’s geometry, edging around the garden and the weedy knots of flowers.

Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff,  Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children’s faces looking up, Holding wonder like a cup.

I am waiting for my case to come up And I am waiting For a rebirth of wonder And I am waiting for someone To really discover America.

Peacefully The quiet stars came out, one after one; The holy twilight fell upon the sea, The summer day was done.

Nothing ever stops; it divides and multiplies, and I guess sometimes it gets ground down superfine, but it doesn’t just blow away.

O Day after day we can’t help growing older. Year after year spring can’t help seeming younger. Come let’s enjoy our winecup today, Nor pity the flowers fallen.

Without courage we cannot practice any other virtue with consistency. We can’t be kind, true, merciful, generous, or honest.

Dance! Whirl! Whirl! Till the quick day is done. Rest at pale evening . . . A tall, slim tree . . . Night coming tenderly Black like me.

End of the spring and here she comes back Hi hi hi hi there Them summer days, those summer days That’s when I had most of my fun, back there.

In the world of friends, where travel is slower, What do you do there, in the world of rain? Who shares the segments of your tangerine? Which exams do you take again?

The self-same moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea.

There’s crimson buds, and white and blue, The very rainbow showers Have turned to blossoms where they fell, And sown the earth with flowers.

Let the wind blow greedy Gusts against the branches Until the treetops rattle And the buds are hard. Wait, spring, till the earth is ready For the flowering.