Classic Poem

A white cloud-sail in a sea of blue,
The splendours of the day,
A meadow drenched with the diamond dew
And the air with new-mown hay;
A lazy brook through a green vale flowing
And never a breeze astir,
A sun-kist flower by the wayside blowing,
A swallow's wing awhir, —
This is July of the bountiful heat,
Month of wild roses and berries and wheat.