Across the meadow in brooding shadow <br />I walk to drink of the autumn's wine <br />The charm of story, the artist's glory, <br />To-day on these silvering hills is mine; <br />On height, in hollow, where'er I follow, <br />By mellow hillside and searing sod, <br />Its plumes uplifting, in light winds drifting, <br />I see the glimmer of golden-rod. <br /> <br />In this latest comer the vanished summer <br />Has left its sunshine the world to cheer, <br />And bids us remember in late September <br />What beauty mates with the passing year. <br />The days that are fleetest are still the sweetest, <br />And life is near to the heart of God, <br />And the peace of heaven to earth is given <br />In this wonderful time of the golden-rod.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-days-of-the-golden-rod/
