August

Shell come at dusky first of day,
White over yellow harvests song.
Upon her dewy rainbow way
She shall be beautiful and strong.
The lidless eye of noon shall spray
Tan on her ankles in the hay,
Shall kiss her brown the whole day long.
Ill know her in the windows, tall
Above the crickets in the hay.
Ill know her when her odd eyes fall ,
One May-blue one November-grey.
Ill watch her down the red barn wall
Take down her rusty scythe, and call,
And I will follow her away.