Nye and Riley's Wit and Humor — August

[Illustration: August] O mellow month and merry month, Let me make love to you, And follow you around the world As knights their ladies do.

I thought your sisters beautiful, Both May and April, too, But April she had rainy eyes, And May had eyes of blue.

And June--I liked the singing Of her lips, and liked her smile-- But all her songs were promises Of something, _after while_;

And July's face--the lights and shade That may not long beguile, With alternations o'er the wheat The dreamer at the stile.

But you!

--ah, you are tropical, Your beauty is so rare: Your eyes are clearer, deeper eyes Than any, anywhere;

Mysterious, imperious, Deliriously fair, O listless Andalusian maid, With bangles in your hair!

Julius Cæsar in Town