Now August Comes
In dull monotony of heat
The hazy hills and lowlands lie,
And billow till they blend and meet
With lurid amplitudes of sky.
The locust's shrilly fife-note cleaves
The fervid air, a knife of sound,
As August comes with poppy leaves
Around his swarthy temples bound.
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Clinton Scollard (1860-1932)
from Old and New World Lyrics, 1888
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
Clinton Scollard biography
Charles J. Sharp, Garden locust (Acanthacris ruficornis). CC BY-SA 4.0, Wikimedia Commons.