image from the Graphics Fairy
When the heat like a mist veil floats,
And poppies flame in the rye,
And the silver note in the streamlet's throat
Has softened almost to a sigh. It is July. ~ Susan Hartley Swett
And poppies flame in the rye,
And the silver note in the streamlet's throat
Has softened almost to a sigh. It is July. ~ Susan Hartley Swett
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