Verse by Beatrice Crane; Design by Walter Crane. Now rich SEPTEMBER comes,For autumn-tide is nigh,And purple grapes hangFrom clinging vines on high. Her golden coloured robeIs shot with sunset light;Her hair is shaded 'neathA wreath of vine-leaves bright. Her clear brown eyes gaze forth,And quickly does she see.Where are the ruddy apples,And shakes them from … Continue reading The Month of September
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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 giftsTo men of yellow corn. With shining hair bound up,And deep blue misty eyes,And lips the color ofThe poppies that she ties: Her soft size-colored robeDoth flutter to her feet;her lap is full of corn,And … Continue reading The Month of August
One Seeker's Story 