When the September eves were new.
When the September eves were new,
Endless, meseemed, the sweets we knew!
Sweet fell the dew; sweet swept the breeze;
Sweet were the templed beechen trees;
The spell yet sweeter, tenderer grew,
When the September eves were new!
When the September eves were eld,
The templed beechen trees were felled;
Keen-edged the western breezes blew;