August days are hot and still, Not a breath on house or hill, Not a breath on height or plain, Weary travelers cry for rain; But the children quickly find A shady place quite to their mind; And there all quietly they stay, Until the sun has gone away, -- August is too hot for play!
- by Annette Wynne , "August" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2013-12-02
Line count: 9
Word count: 55