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JULY.
O Queen of Months, awake and sing!
O dawn-clouds red with day!
O woods and mountains wake and ring!
O hillside fountains play!
O poppies laugh amid the corn!
O blue-bells shake with glee!
Ye saw my love this misty morn
Sail up the silver sea.
O dawn-clouds red with day!
O woods and mountains wake and ring!
O hillside fountains play!
O poppies laugh amid the corn!
O blue-bells shake with glee!
Ye saw my love this misty morn
Sail up the silver sea.
Her boat was swift; her sails were white;
There is no bird but knows
Her face is fairer than the light,
Her bosom than the snows;
Her hands are sweeter than the cells
Where hides the honey-bee;
Her mouth is made of joy that dwells
Upon the silver sea.
There is no bird but knows
Her face is fairer than the light,
Her bosom than the snows;
Her hands are sweeter than the cells
Where hides the honey-bee;
Her mouth is made of joy that dwells
Upon the silver sea.
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O skies, and breeze soft that bear
Her prow through wreaths of foam,
Shine, blow, shout, sing, to welcome her!
My lady cometh home!
My lady comes to land once more;
My lady comes to me;
Her ship is sailing on the shore
Along the silver sea!
Her prow through wreaths of foam,
Shine, blow, shout, sing, to welcome her!
My lady cometh home!
My lady comes to land once more;
My lady comes to me;
Her ship is sailing on the shore
Along the silver sea!
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