Page:The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge, 1919.djvu/69

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JUNE

Broom out the floor now, lay the fender by,
And plant this bee-sucked bough of woodbine there,
And let the window down. The butterfly
Floats in upon the sunbeam, and the fair
Tanned face of June, the nomad gipsy, laughs
Above her widespread wares, the while she tells
The farmers' fortunes in the fields, and quaffs
The water from the spider-peopled wells.


The hedges are all drowned in green grass seas,

And bobbing poppies flare like Elmor's light,

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