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IN JULY

This path will tell me where dark daisies dance

To the white sycamores that dell them in;

Where crow and flicker cry melodious din,

And blackberries in ebon ripeness glance

Luscious enticings under briery green.

It will slip under coppice limbs that lean

Brushingly as the slow-belled heifer pants

Toward weedy water-plants

That shade the pool-sunk creek's reluctant trance.

I shall find bell-flower spires beside the gap

And lady phlox within the hollow's cool;

Cedar with sudden memories of Yule

Above the tangle tipped with blue skullcap.

The high hot mullein fond of the full sun

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Will watch and tell the low mint when I've won

The hither wheat where idle breezes nap,

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