English poem
September
by Nora Archibald Smith (1859–1934)
Do you know of a fairy maiden, All in the olden time, Who rode in a pumpkin carriage, Like a Christmas pantomime? Such a Cinder-maid is dollie, Such a pumpkin coach has she, And she’s off to the royal palace, The prince himself to see.
Jack-o-Lanterns light the ball, ’Tis a night entrancing. Golden-rod bedecks the hall, Crickets play for dancing.
No crystal shoe has dollie, But her foot is like a fay’s, And of all the folk at the party, None can better tread the maze. She’ll return ere the hour of midnight, Her godmamma to see, The fairy who built her carriage; Can you guess who this may be?
Jack-o-Lanterns light the ball, ’Tis a night entrancing. Golden-rod bedecks the hall, Crickets play for dancing.