The Month of August

Verse by Beatrice Crane; Design by Walter Crane.

Before the heat of day,
All in the misty morn,
Comes AUGUST with her gifts
To men of yellow corn.

With shining hair bound up,
And deep blue misty eyes,
And lips the color of
The poppies that she ties:

Her soft size-colored robe
Doth flutter to her feet;
her lap is full of corn,
And summer flowers sweet.

Her hands with poppies filled,
Of glowing scarlet hue,
Bound up together with
Fair cornflowers of blue

And now the corn is gathered
And ‘neath the setting sun,
With lovely light above the hills,
She knows her time is done.