September has come, it is hers
Whose vitality leaps in the autumn,
Whose nature prefers
Trees without leaves a fire in the fireplace.
So I gave her this month and the next
Though the whole of my year should be hers who has
rendered already
So many of its days intolerable or perplexed
But so many more so happy.
Who has left a scent on my life, and left my walls
Dancing over and over with her shadow
Whose hair is twined in all my waterfalls
And all of London littered with remembered kisses.

-Louis MacNeice
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