And what is so rare as a day in June?

Then, if ever, come perfect days;

Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,

And over it softly her warm ear lays.

The Vision of Sir Launfal. Prelude to Part First.

Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it;

We are happy now because God wills it.

The Vision of Sir Launfal. Prelude to Part First.

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.

The Vision of Sir Launfal. Prelude to Part First.