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Kearsneyparks: When the scarlet cardinal tells
Her dream to the dragon fly,
And the lazy breeze makes a nest in the trees,
And murmurs a lullaby,
It is July
(July by Susan Hartley Swett)
MongelliMusic: When the heat like a mist veil floats,
And poppies flame in the rye,
And the silver note in the streamlet's throat
Has softened almost to a sigh. It is July.
–Susan Hartley Swett (1860-1907
kevblue777: When the heat like a mist veil floats,
And poppies flame in the rye,
And the silver note in the streamlet's throat
Has softened almost to a sigh. It is July.
–Susan Hartley Swett (1860-1907)
OccultFan: When the heat like a mist veil floats,
And poppies flame in the rye,
And the silver note in the streamlet's throat
Has softened almost to a sigh. It is July.
–Susan Hartley Swett (1860-1907)
everwood_lynn: When the heat like a mist veil floats,
And poppies flame in the rye,
And the silver note in the streamlet's throat
Has softened almost to a sigh. It is July.
–Susan Hartley Swett (1860-1907)
