"There is an individual character to every plot of land 

 as to every human face in a crowd, and that man is 

 not wise who, to suit preferences for any given style 

 of garden, or with a view of copying a design from 

 another place, will ignore the characteristics of the 

 site at his disposal/' ^ D SEDDING> 



SEPTEMBER 



The corn is gathered, harvest-tide is done ; 

 No more thro' leaf-enshadowed lane, 

 From field goes by the ambling wain, 



With golden store 

 From dawn till past the light of sun. 



No more ! 



Summer-time ended, harvest all but past, 

 Flow'r-time to seed-time perfected at last. 



The winter's near, the days of wind-blown cloud, 

 October first with leaf-strewn ways, 

 And then the sad November days 



Appear, 

 Merging to briefest day that mists enshroud. 



Next year, 



Be patient yet ! new flower and leaf and light, 

 Shall wake when ended is the old year's night. 



WALLOWS clearing the air in restless and impatient 

 mood suggest a preparation for their Autumn voyage, 

 and yet this sequence of glorious days bids them delay any 

 visible vigorous arrangements for departure. Days such as 

 th ese so swift to change often follow harvest. Few scenes 

 are more beautiful than our sun-flooded stubble-fields, that 

 were late waving with the golden grain and poppy-jewelled, 

 then sheaf-studded, but now emptied of all but the sunlight 

 and cloud shadows. 



At this period, too, with thistle-down flying on the wind, 



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