DUMB IN JUNE
Written on the fly leaf of Richard Burton’s volume of verse, “Dumb in June.”
June that floods the earth with sweetness,Songs and scents and petals bright;How my heart in your completenessLoses self with full delight!Think you if with no lip-greetingI give welcome warmly told,That my spirit to this meetingSprings not as in time of old?Dearer comer than when child-heartSang to greet you from the hill;Dearer to the captive wild-heartWhere the music now is still.Should I sing when you are singingThrough my soul’s most shadowed ways,Jubilant with promise, ringingDown the drone of common days?June-time! Spring-time! Hour of growing!Time with all renewing blest!Throbbing from a heart o’er-flowing,Silent songs may praise you best.