High noon in August! over all the land
The very air is palpitant withheat;
While stretching far, the fields of ripening wheat
Unrippled lie as plains of yellow sand. ~ Henry Sylvester Cornwell
The very air is palpitant withheat;
While stretching far, the fields of ripening wheat
Unrippled lie as plains of yellow sand. ~ Henry Sylvester Cornwell
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