Analysis of September

1     The golden-rod is yellow;
2       The corn is turning brown;
3     The trees in apple orchards
4       With fruit are bending down.

5     The gentian's bluest fringes
6       Are curling in the sun;
7     In dusty pods the milkweed
8       Its hidden silk has spun.

9     The sedges flaunt their harvest,
10     In every meadow nook;
11   And asters by the brook-side
12     Make asters in the brook,

13   From dewy lanes at morning
14     The grapes' sweet odors rise;
15   At noon the roads all flutter
16     With yellow butterflies.

17   By all these lovely tokens
18     September days are here,
19   With summer's best of weather,
20     And autumn's best of cheer.

21   But none of all this beauty
22     Which floods the earth and air
23   Is unto me the secret
24     Which makes September fair.

25   'T is a thing which I remember;
26     To name it thrills me yet:
27   One day of one September
28     I never can forget.