| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | September, 1889 | | By Louise Brooks |
| | | SUMMER is passing. Lo! the first sure mark, | |
| The golden lines September comes to trace | |
| Across the shortening day with shining grace— | |
| The upland yonder that erewhile was dark | |
| Shows gleaming russet now. The elms o’ the park | 5 |
| Hang yellow fringes. Darting shadows chase | |
| Along the lawn, or tremble and enlace | |
| On groundwork glistening with a golden spark. | |
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| Pale yellow butterflies float in the air, | |
| In mazy dances up and down they fly, | 10 |
| For Summer’s parting gifts to Autumn they | |
| Bear lightly, touching here and resting there— | |
| September’s robes are flushed with golden dye, | |
| And magic mists enwrap each shortening day. | | | | |
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