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First Line: September, shall I dance awhile with you?
Last Line: B. Y. Williams.
Alternate Author Name(s): Williams, B. Y.
Subject(s): September


September, shall I dance awhile with you?
June whom I deemed most fair has left the hall,
And little changeful April, too, has gone,
And smiling May. I knew and loved them all,
And danced a joyous dance with each in turn,
And sighed when time was come to bid adieu;
But they are gone, -- and you stand smiling here, --
September, shall I dance awhile with you?

September, is there rouge upon your cheek?
But after all, perhaps I like it there;
It shows your dauntless spirit, holding fast
To every charm. The vine leaves in your hair
Are piquant as June's roses; your perfume
Is blended flowers and fruits; and when you speak
Your voice enfolds me in its soft caress, --
September, is there rouge upon your cheek?

September, do I really love you best?
The maids I knew were young and fair, -- but yet,
A woman you, who knows the price of love
And still can smile, and love without regret!
I drown myself deep in your dreamy eyes
The while I press you closer to my breast
In this the last sweet dance of summertime, --
September, do I really love you best?
B. Y. WILLIAMS.





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