In the hollow Silver voices ripple and cry Follow, O follow! - Francis Turner Palgrave

Kiss and cling to them, kiss and leave them, Bright and beguiling:— Bright and beguiling, as She who glances Along the shore and the meadows along, And sings for heart's delight, and dances Crowned with apples, and ruddy, and strong:— Can we see thee, and not remember Thy sun-brown cheek and hair sun-golden, O sweet September?

I see the lost Love in beauty Go gliding over the main: I feel the ancient sweetness, The worm and the wormwood again.

I may not enter the garden, Though I know the road thereto; And morn by morn to the gateway I see the children go.