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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!