|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
| The linden, in the fervors of July,|
Hums with a louder concert. When the wind
Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime,
As when some master-hand exulting sweeps
The keys of some great organ, ye give forth
The music of the woodland depths, a hymn
Of gladness and of thanks.
BryantAmong the Trees. L. 62.
|Loud is the summers busy song|
The smallest breeze can find a tongue,
While insects of each tiny size
Grow teasing with their melodies,
Till noon burns with its blistering breath
Around, and day lies still as death.
|The Summer looks out from her brazen tower,|
Through the flashing bars of July.
Francis ThompsonA Corymbus for Autumn. St. 3.