A poem for the month from The Golden Treasury of Canadian Verse, edited by A.M. Stephens, published in 1928 by J.M. Dent & Sons. This particular verse is by Mr Stephens himself. The illustration is by Ernest Wallcousins.
SEPTEMBER WINDS
O Mad wind,
Glad wind,
That sways the purple plumes
Of nodding asters, row on row,
In late September's afterglow,
My heart has heard you call!
O Mad wind,
Glad wind,
My feet would roam with you
The wildered paths of tangled fern
Where bright the scarlet berries burn
And falling leaves are brown.
O Mad wind,
Glad wind,
Come, bugle up the sun
That leaves a radiance rare and pale,
In golden-rod along the trail,
Upon the misted hills.
O Mad wind,
Glad wind,
The fire is of your kin
That flames in crimson splendour where
Fleet Autumn glides with unbound hair
Along your woodland ways.
O Mad wind,
Glad wind,
She is your breath in form.
The music of her light steps beat
Triumphal marches low and sweet
Of Life fulfilled by Love.
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