. Twelve months with the birds and poets. Birds; Birds in literature. AUGUST. All the long August afternoon, The little drowsy stream Whispers a melancholy tune, As if it dreamed of June, And whispered in its dream. The thistles show beyond the brook Dust on their down and bloom, And out of many a weed-grown nook The aster flowers look With eyes of tender gloom. The silent orchard aisles are sweet With smell of ripening fruit. Through the sere grass, in shy retreat Flutter, at coming feet, The robins strange and mute. There is no wind to stir the leaves, The harsh leaves overhead; Only the que
. Twelve months with the birds and poets. Birds; Birds in literature. AUGUST. All the long August afternoon, The little drowsy stream Whispers a melancholy tune, As if it dreamed of June, And whispered in its dream. The thistles show beyond the brook Dust on their down and bloom, And out of many a weed-grown nook The aster flowers look With eyes of tender gloom. The silent orchard aisles are sweet With smell of ripening fruit. Through the sere grass, in shy retreat Flutter, at coming feet, The robins strange and mute. There is no wind to stir the leaves, The harsh leaves overhead; Only the querulous cricket grieves. And shrilling locust weaves A song of summer dead. —William Dean Howells. ITH many of Nature's children, life comes to its close with the success- ful accomplishment of its sole pur- pose for them, viz., reproduction, or the bearing of fruit or seed. This done, they leave their "out- grown shell by life's unresting sea," willingly sur-. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original Harper, Samuel A. (Samuel Alain), b. 1875. [Chicago, R. F. Seymour
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