Vol. XV 



JULY, 1905. 



No. 7 



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Mcnepsucl?lee. 



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|[^E TWINE with myriad blooms 

 ^ The pillared portico; 

 Ye scent with rare perfumes 

 The airs that round me blow. 



Sweet darlings of July. 



The droning honey bee, 

 The moth and butterfly, 



All come a-wooing ye. 



And, a capricious lover 

 The brilliant humming bird. 



Doth sip and hum and hover, 

 And flit as soon as heard. 



Here in these honied hours 

 I lounge and dream, at ease, 



Of elflands fabled bowers 

 And the Hesperides. 



— Selected. 



