Quotes from Elizabeth Cole

Noons are sunny, warm, and still; A golden haze o'erhangs the hill; Amber sunshine 's on the floor Just within the open door; In September.

Evenings chilly are, and damp, Early lighted is the lamp; Fire burns, and kettle sings, Smoke ascends in thin blue rings; On the rug the children lie; In the west the soft lights die; From the elms a robin's song Rings out sweetly, lingers long,— In September.

Mustering flocks of blackbirds call; Here and there a few leaves fall; In the meadows larks sing sweet, Chirps the cricket at our feet,— In September.