SEPTEMBER 



THE HARVEST MOON 



" I "HE garden keeps up a lifelong quarrel 

 with the calendar men. They say that 

 June, July and August are the summer months : 

 it says that summer begins when the first 

 snowdrop hollows out a silver vase for itself 

 in the snow, and begins to ring that chime 

 whose music only the purest hearts can know, 

 and which even they cannot share with another, 

 and that summer ends when the last chrysan- 

 themum is gathered. September, therefore, 

 is a summer month, with a perfect right to its 

 wealth of flowers. For her the June dawns 

 and July twilights were planning, for her the 

 hot August nights were at work, as well as 

 for the Indian corn, which the farmers say they 

 can hear growing while the moon, dimmed by 

 sultry vapours, goes languidly from sky to 

 sky. 



The Indian corn! Mondawmin, mahiz, 

 maize how the beautiful, generous plant lives 

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