August

She'll come at dusky first of day

White over yellow harvest's 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



I'll know her in the windows tall



Above the crickets of the hay

I'll know her when her odd eyes fall

One May-blue, one November-gray

I'll watch her down the red barn wall

Take down her rusty scythe and call

And I will follow her away

I will follow her away