It is a sultry day; the sun has drunk
The dew that lay upon the morning grass …
[T]he tall maize
Rolls up its long green leaves; the clover droops
Its tender foliage, and declines its blooms.
“Summer Wind”
William Cullen Bryant
Heatwave
It is a sultry day; the sun has drunk
The dew that lay upon the morning grass …
[T]he tall maize
Rolls up its long green leaves; the clover droops
Its tender foliage, and declines its blooms.
“Summer Wind”
William Cullen Bryant