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One golden twelfth-part of a checkered year; / One summer month, of sunlight, moonlight, mirth, / With not a hint of shadows lurking near, / Or storm-clouds brewing.
'Twas a royal day: / Voluptuous July held her lover, Earth, / With her warm arms, upon her glowing breast, / And twined herself about him, as he lay / Smiling and panting in his dream-stirred rest. / She bound him with her limbs of perfect grace, / And hid him with her trailing robe of green, / And wound him in her long hair's shimmering sheen, / And rained her ardent kisses on his face. / Through the glad glory of the summer land / Helen and I went wandering, hand in hand.