James Whitcomb Riley

(7 October 1849 - 22 July 1916 / Greenfield, Indiana)

September Dark - Poem by James Whitcomb Riley

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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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010



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