 September by Madison Corwine Red for LibriVox.org by Algie Pug The bubbled blue of morning glory spires, Balloon-blown foam of moonflowers, And sweet snows of climatis, Through which September goes song-hearted, Rich in realized desires, Are flanked by hotter hues, By twenty fires of acrid merry-golds, That light-long rows of lamps, And salvia's red as day's red clothes, That torches seam, By which the month attires barbaric beauty, Like some Asian queen towering imperial In her twofold crown of harvest and of vintage, All her form majestic gold and purple, In her mean the might of motherhood, Her baby-brown abundance high on one exultant arm. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. September by Madison Corwine Red for LibriVox.org by Bruce Guchuk The bubbled blue of morning glory spires, Balloon-blown foam of moonflowers, And sweet snows of climatis, Through which September goes song-hearted, Rich in realized desires, Are flanked by hotter hues, By twenty fires of acrid merry-golds, That light-long rows of lamps, And salvia's red as day's red clothes, That torches seam, By which the month attires barbaric beauty, Like some Asian queen towering imperial In her twofold crown of harvest and of vintage, All her form majestic gold and purple, In her mean the might of motherhood, Her baby-brown abundance high on one exultant arm. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. September by Madison Corwine Red for LibriVox.org by Claudia Zalto The bubbled blue of morning glory spires, Balloon-blown foam of moonflowers, And sweet snows of climatis, Through which September goes song-hearted, Rich in realized desires, Are flanked by hotter hues, By twenty fires of acrid merry-golds, That light-long rows of lamps, And salvia's red as day's red clothes, That torches seam, By which the month attires barbaric beauty, Like some Asian queen towering imperial In her twofold crown of harvest and of vintage, All her form majestic gold and purple, In her mean the might of motherhood, Her baby-brown abundance high on one exultant arm. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. September by Madison Corwine Red for LibriVox.org by Ian King The bubbled blue of morning glory spires, Balloon-blown foam of moonflowers, And sweet snows of climatis, Through which September goes song-hearted, Rich in realized desires, Are flanked by hotter hues, By twenty fires of acrid merry-golds, That light-long rows of lamps, And salvia's red as day's red clothes, That torches seam, By which the month attires barbaric beauty, Like some Asian queen towering imperial In her twofold crown of harvest and of vintage, All her form majestic gold and purple, In her mean the might of motherhood, Her baby-brown abundance high on one exultant arm. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. September by Madison Corwine Red for LibriVox.org by Jessam Mills The bubbled blue of morning glory spires, Balloon-blown foam of moonflowers, And sweet snows of climatis, Through which September goes song-hearted, Rich in realized desires, Are flanked by hotter hues, By twenty fires of acrid merry-golds, That light-long rows of lamps, And salvia's red as day's red clothes, That torches seam, By which the month attires barbaric beauty, Like some Asian queen towering imperial In her twofold crown of harvest and of vintage, All her form majestic gold and purple, In her mean the might of motherhood, Her baby-brown abundance high on one exultant arm. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. September by Madison Corwine Red for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett The bubbled blue of morning glory spires, Balloon-blown foam of moonflowers, And sweet snows of climatis, Through which September goes song-hearted, Rich in realized desires, Are flanked by hotter hues, By twenty fires of acrid merry-golds, That light-long rows of lamps, And salvia's red as day's red clothes, That torches seam, By which the month attires barbaric beauty, Like some Asian queen towering imperial In her twofold crown of harvest and of vintage, All her form majestic gold and purple, In her mean the might of motherhood, Her baby-brown abundance high on one exultant arm. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. September by Madison Corwine Red for LibriVox.org by Leonard Wilson of Springfield, Ohio. The bubbled blue of morning glory spires, Balloon-blown foam of moonflowers, And sweet snows of climatis, Through which September goes song-hearted, Rich in realized desires, Are flanked by hotter hues, By twenty fires of acrid merry-golds, That light-long rows of lamps, And salvia's red as day's red clothes, That torches seam, By which the month attires barbaric beauty, Like some Asian queen towering imperial In her twofold crown of harvest and of vintage, All her form majestic gold and purple, In her mean the might of motherhood, Her baby-brown abundance high on one exultant arm. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. September by Madison Corwine Red for LibriVox.org by Marianne. The bubbled blue of morning glory spires, Balloon-blown foam of moonflowers, And sweet snows of climatis, Through which September goes song-hearted, Rich in realized desires, Are flanked by hotter hues, By twenty fires of acrid merry-golds, That light-long rows of lamps, And salvia's red as day's red clothes, That torches seam, By which the month attires barbaric beauty, Like some Asian queen towering imperial In her twofold crown of harvest and of vintage, All her form majestic gold and purple, In her mean the might of motherhood, Her baby-brown abundance high on one exultant arm. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. September by Madison Corwine Red for LibriVox.org by Marina Tsong. The bubbled blue of morning glory spires, Balloon-blown foam of moonflowers, And sweet snows of climatis, Through which September goes song-hearted, Rich in realized desires, Are flanked by hotter hues, By twenty fires of acrid merry-golds, That light-long rows of lamps, And salvia's red as day's red clothes, That torches seam, By which the month attires barbaric beauty, Like some Asian queen towering imperial In her twofold crown of harvest and of vintage, All her form majestic gold and purple, In her mean the might of motherhood, Her baby-brown abundance high on one exultant arm. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. September by Madison Corwine Red for LibriVox.org by Roslyn Curlyle. The bubbled blue of morning glory spires, Balloon-blown foam of moonflowers, And sweet snows of climatis, Through which September goes song-hearted, Rich in realized desires, Are flanked by hotter hues, By twenty fires of acrid merry-golds, That light-long rows of lamps, And salvia's red as day's red clothes, That torches seam, By which the month attires barbaric beauty, Like some Asian queen towering imperial In her twofold crown of harvest and of vintage, All her form majestic gold and purple, In her mean the might of motherhood, Her baby-brown abundance high on one exultant arm. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.