Poems (Blake)/June

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
For works with similar titles, see June.
4568444Poems — JuneMary Elizabeth Blake
JUNE.
An odorous breath of drowsy noon
Creeping across the tangled grass;
The locust's hum, the cricket's tune,
The wild birds singing as they pass;

Mist where the distant mountains rise,
Mist where the valleys nearer lie,
Veiling the light of nature's eyes,
Wrapping together earth and sky;

Tremulous boughs of waving trees
Raining down shadows cool and fair,
Murmurous sighing summer breeze
Falling across the trancèd air;

Mirroring back the azure dome
Lies the lake by the pine-crowned hill,
Only the swell of its silver foam
Making the silence deeper still.

Wonderful days of love and life,
Magical days whose siren kiss
Hushes to rest the inward strife,
And life alone is perfect bliss.

Beautiful days to sit apart,
With but one friend to share your throne,
Feeling the pulse of that dear heart
Beat through the silence with your own;

Until the twilight pale and gray
Woke on the shadowy evening's breast,
And breathed above the dying day
Her evening hymn of peace and rest.