Poems (Bushnell)/June

by Frances Louisa Bushnell

For works with similar titles, see June.

XXIX JUNE

Now 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.

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.

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!