O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.MittagHelen Hunt Jackson
I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.Helen Hunt Jackson
Der September ist da und vereint das Wetter des Sommers mit der Stimmung des Herbstes.
By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather and autumn's best of cheer.Herbst, SeptemberHelen Hunt Jackson
Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?Helen Hunt Jackson
The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.Helen Hunt Jackson