Poems (Bushnell)/June
Jump to navigation
Jump to search
For works with similar titles, see June.
XXIX
JUNE
JUNE
ſ the over world the under
Clasps in its embrace,
And the twain so long asunder
Closely interlace.
Now the sunlight and the shadow
Keep an endless tryst;
Now the sky the upspringing meadow
Hath o'erleaned and kissed.
Clasps in its embrace,
And the twain so long asunder
Closely interlace.
Now the sunlight and the shadow
Keep an endless tryst;
Now the sky the upspringing meadow
Hath o'erleaned and kissed.
To the barren bough the flower
Fair and graceful clings;
And the long-deserted bower
Feels the stir of wings.
Heart of noon and breath of coolness
Mingle into one;
All the longing springs with fullness
Softly overrun.
Fair and graceful clings;
And the long-deserted bower
Feels the stir of wings.
Heart of noon and breath of coolness
Mingle into one;
All the longing springs with fullness
Softly overrun.
Hopes outworn with flight incessant
Now o'ertake their quest;
To the weary past the present
Gives its perfect rest.
Only one thing mars the vision,—
It must vanish soon;
Faint foreshadow of fruition,
Fair and fleeting June!
Now o'ertake their quest;
To the weary past the present
Gives its perfect rest.
Only one thing mars the vision,—
It must vanish soon;
Faint foreshadow of fruition,
Fair and fleeting June!