Edgar Albert Guest August Poems

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Down The Lanes Of August
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DOWN the lanes of August—and the bees upon the wing,
All the world's in color now, and all the song birds sing;
Never reds will redder be, more golden be the gold,
Down the lanes of August, and the summer getting old.
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