SWEET SEPTEMBER DAYS.

SWEET SEPTEMBER DAYS.
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The sweet September days are here,
The days of misty dreaming;
The haze, the cloud, and then the clear
Sweet autumn beauty gleaming.
The sweet September days that bring
Such drifts of golden weather,
And round us with their shadow cling– Gray days and gold together.

The sweet September days of song,
The days of dream and story,
The days of sweetness that belong
To wonderlands of glory,
The sweet September days go by
With all their tender feeling,
Through earth and air and sea and sky
A mystic sweetness stealing.

The sweet September days, sweetheart,
With touch of autumn splendor;
The drift, the dream, the haze, sweetheart,
Of grace divinely tender.
The sweet September days that call
From wooded hill and hollow;
“Oh, come, ye sweethearts, one and all,
My footsteps follow, follow!”