JUNE.
Come, June! and with beauty fill the earth.
Long have we waited for thy clear blue sky;
Though May is sweet she lacks thy constancy,
And chilly winds oft break the glad world's mirth.
Of lovely flowers and buds there is no dearth;
Far overhead the swift-winged swallows fly,
And watching earth's fair beauty wonder why
They stayed so long in lands of lesser worth.
Lightly the lark mounts up to greet the day,
Forgetful of the Winter's bitter cold;
At eve the nightingale's melodious lay
Charms all the world to slumber as of old.
Ah, sweetest month, would thou couldst with us stay;
Too soon the tale of thy glad days is told.