JUNE

JUNE

Aprilwas in your making—youth of the year,Wild-blooded, beautiful! And May with flowersAnd showers agleam went into you, my dear.But you are June. Deep shadows, silver dew,Red roses, and the nightingale’s delight:White moonlight the essential soul of you.And sometimes as I watch you walk arrayedIn beauty of that month, a foolish fearComes, dear, into my heart: I am afraidThat you being one with shadow-bars and roses,Birds and wild scents of June, with these will flyAnd I be left alone when Summer closesHer pageantry!

Aprilwas in your making—youth of the year,Wild-blooded, beautiful! And May with flowersAnd showers agleam went into you, my dear.But you are June. Deep shadows, silver dew,Red roses, and the nightingale’s delight:White moonlight the essential soul of you.And sometimes as I watch you walk arrayedIn beauty of that month, a foolish fearComes, dear, into my heart: I am afraidThat you being one with shadow-bars and roses,Birds and wild scents of June, with these will flyAnd I be left alone when Summer closesHer pageantry!

Aprilwas in your making—youth of the year,Wild-blooded, beautiful! And May with flowersAnd showers agleam went into you, my dear.

Aprilwas in your making—youth of the year,

Wild-blooded, beautiful! And May with flowers

And showers agleam went into you, my dear.

But you are June. Deep shadows, silver dew,Red roses, and the nightingale’s delight:White moonlight the essential soul of you.

But you are June. Deep shadows, silver dew,

Red roses, and the nightingale’s delight:

White moonlight the essential soul of you.

And sometimes as I watch you walk arrayedIn beauty of that month, a foolish fearComes, dear, into my heart: I am afraid

And sometimes as I watch you walk arrayed

In beauty of that month, a foolish fear

Comes, dear, into my heart: I am afraid

That you being one with shadow-bars and roses,Birds and wild scents of June, with these will flyAnd I be left alone when Summer closesHer pageantry!

That you being one with shadow-bars and roses,

Birds and wild scents of June, with these will fly

And I be left alone when Summer closes

Her pageantry!


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