September Dark
1 The air falls chill; The whippoorwill Pipes lonesomely behind the Hill: The dusk grows dense, The silence tense; And lo, the katydids commence. 2 Through shadowy rifts Of woodland lifts The low, slow moon, and upward drifts, While left and right The fireflies' light Swirls eddying in the skirts of Night. 3 O Cloudland gray And level lay Thy mists across the face of Day! At foot and head, Above the dead O Dews, weep on uncomforted!
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Exploring the themes of classic, James Whitcomb Riley delivers a powerful performance in "September Dark"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...