Poems (Trask)/July
For works with similar titles, see July.
JULY.
Clad in her robes of green and gold And royal purple, fold on fold, Midsummer's gracious Queen Enters her kingdom, blossom-crowned, And sheds her peerless grace around With majesty serene.
She brings a wealth of deep-blue skies, Hot sunsets flushed with scarlet dyes And sweet with airs of balm. Voluptuous swells of melody, Bird diapasons wild and free, Break on the pulseless calm.
The springs are low; the tall grass dips Within the brook its thirsty lips, To drink with eager zest; In the green woods the shadows lie So deep, the south wind's lang'rous sigh Scarce palpitates their rest.
July! thou priestess of the year! Sweet Southron, from a tropic sphere! Native of some far shore! Rich tones, and thrills, and breaths, are thine, The souvenirs of lands divine Thy mantle hath swept o'er!