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O queenly month of indolent repose!
I drink thy breath in sips of rare perfume, / As in thy downy lap of clover-bloom / I nestle like a drowsy child and doze / The lazy hours away. The zephyr throws / The shifting shuttle of the Summer's loom / And weaves a damask-work of gleam and gloom / Before thy listless feet. The lily blows / A bugle-call of fragrance o'er the glade; / And wheeling into ranks, with plume and spear, / Thy harvest-armies gather on parade; / While faint and far away, yet pure and clear, / A voice calls out of alien lands of shade -- : / All hail the Peerless Goddess of the Year!