August Guests

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Title:     August Guests
Author: Cale Young Rice [More Titles by Rice]

The wind slipt over the hill
And down the valley.
He dimpled the cheek of the rill
With a cooling kiss.
Then hid on the bank a-glee
And began to rally
The rushes--Oh,
I love the wind for this!

A cloud blew out of the west
And spilt his shower
Upon the lily-bud crest
And the clematis.
Then over the virgin corn
Besprinkled a dower
Of dew-gems--And,
I love the cloud for this!

[The end]
Cale Young Rice's poem: August Guests

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