... SEPTEMBER The nuts are ripening in the copses, and the blackberries in the hedges, the plantain is growing brown, and the trees are showing the first coy touch of autumn in the blended variations of colour that are loveliness masking decay. The swallows ...

... Revenge as they only know how; I remember, Though scratched upon cheek as on brow, The genius you seemed of September. The blackberries gracefully staining Your Clytie face, I declare, Seemed —mystery past my explaining— To make it unspeakably fair ; I remember ...