Noon, hiving sweets of sun and flower, Has fallen on dreams in wayside bower, Where bees hold honeyed fellowship With the ripe blossom of her lip; All silent are her poppied vales And all her long Arcadian dales, Where idleness is gathered up A magic draught in summer's cup. Come, let us give ourselves to dreams By lisping margins of her streams.
Creative Direction | Kelsey Daykin & Reilly Koch Photography | Brooke Komas Models | Victoria Dior & Holland Huron Gowns | Christine Adar Makeup | Sierra Wallach Words | Lucy Maud Montgomery