July
My emblem is the Lion,
and I breathe The breath of Libyan deserts
o'er the land;
My sickle as a sabre I unsheathe,
And bent before me
the pale harvests stand.
The lakes and rivers shrink at my command,
And there is thirst and fever in the air;
The sky is changed to brass,
the earth to sand;
I am the Emperor whose name I bear.
