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The bubbled blue of morning-glory spires, / Balloon-blown foam of moonflowers, and sweet snows / Of clematis, through which September goes, / Song-hearted, rich in realized desires, / Are flanked by hotter hues: by tawny fires / Of acrid marigolds, -- that light long rows / Of lamps, -- and salvias, red as day's red close, -- / That torches seem, -- by which the Month attires / Barbaric beauty; like some Asian queen, / Towering imperial in her two-fold crown / Of harvest and of vintage; all her form / Majestic gold and purple: in her mien / The might of motherhood; her baby brown, / Abundance, high on one exultant arm.