Sunflower Bees

Ah, Sun-flower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done:
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sun-flower wishes to go. 
~William Blake

Fairest of the months! 
Ripe summer's queen
The hey-day of the year
With robes that gleam with sunny sheen
Sweet August doth appear.
~R. Combe Miller

When summer gathers up her robes of glory,

and like a dream of beauty glides away.
~Sarah Helen Power Whitman

August creates as she slumbers, 

replete and satisfied.
~Joseph Wood Krutch