“Come with me and range the forest—
Recreate, this day of June.”
Sister-schoolmates, gathering posies,
Stop to hear the red-breast’s tune,
And laugh at pretty squirrels running
Up the trees, in leafy June.
After-life, for prizes striving,
The student toils for lengthened rune—
Spirit (so success) is wafted
To him by the breath of June.