A Year’s Carols: 07 - July
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Hail, proud July, whose fervent mouth Bids even be morn and north be south By grace and gospel of thy word, Whence all the splendour of the sea Lies breathless with delight in thee And marvel at the music heard From the ardent silent lips of noon And midnight’s rapturous plenilune.
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