July Came Visiting

A whiz startled me out of sleep;
And I beheld the beautiful face smiling down at me;
His eyes were like the colouring of the sea;
His apparel made of strange elements;
Who might this mister be, I thought.


He tenderly lifted me from where I lay;
His hands were as soft as silk, yet with manly strength;
Still smiling he whispered my name;
I've never heard it sound so divine;
And he said, I am July.