That stretch between the shadow of the pine
And sea-washed rock where in the soft sunshine
The sea breaks white through all the long June days,
The fair wild roses, flushed like Eastern skies
When sinks the sun to rest in radiance calm,
Their pink bloom lift amid the sweet-bay’s balm
And shine a welcome true to loving eyes.
Sweet June’s rich gladness in the rosy flush,
As if rejoicing with our human souls,
While solemn melody from wave-beat rolls,