June,

—Afar the weird lilt of the dolorous loon

Floats up from the heart of the fair, velvet

night—

A globule of sound winging slow in its flight.

As elfin a note as a gnome ever blew,

It wells from the waters, “Ah-loo-hoo-ah-hoo-

o-o-o.”

O spell of the forest! O glimmer and gleam

From the sheen of the lake and the mist-breath-