September Woodlands

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Title:     September Woodlands
Author: Bliss Carman [More Titles by Carman]

This is not sadness in the wood;
The yellowbird
Flits joying through the solitude,
By no thought stirred
Save of his little duskier mate
And rompings jolly.

If there's a Dryad in the wood,
She is not sad.
Too wise the spirits are to brood;
Divinely glad,
They dream with countenance sedate
Not melancholy.

[The end]
Bliss Carman's poem: September Woodlands

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