| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. (1878–1962). Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1920. 1920. |
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| Song in the Key of Autumn |
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| WE are walking with the month | |
| To a quiet place. | |
| See, only here and there the gentians stand! | |
| Tonight the homing loon | |
| Will fly across the moon, | 5 |
| Over the tired land. | |
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| We were the idlers and the sowers, | |
| The watchers in the sun, | |
| The harvesters who laid away the grain. | |
| Now there’s a sign in every vacant tree, | 10 |
| Now there’s a hint in every stubble field, | |
| Something we must not forget | |
| When the blossoms fly again. | |
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| Give me your hand! | |
| There were too many promises in June. | 15 |
| Human-tinted buds of spring | |
| Told only half the truth. | |
| The withering leaf beneath our feet, | |
| That wrinkled apple overhead, | |
| Say more than vital boughs have said | 20 |
| When we went walking | |
| In this growing place. | |
| There is something in this hour | |
| More honest than a flower | |
Or laughter from a sunny face.
The Century Magazine | 25 |
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