JUNE
Reading edition
June, who goes garlanded, who, never sleeping, Laughs from behind the eastern hills at night, And flashes to the hidden skylark keeping His morning watch and thrilling from the height Ere yet the stars are dim. June, who unseals all fountains at their sources, And pours life like a river overflowing In proud and passionate desire, who courses To throne our feeling higher than our knowing And heap it to the brim. June, when the new-born find their feet and wings, Scent the sweet grass and air and taste their being, And in their wanderings and wonderings, Their motion and their hearing and their seeing Conquer the earth and sky. June, with her feast of flow’rs and lyric rapture, Whose fair days fly the fleetest of the year, So pure and fresh that only youth may capture Their rainbow shapes without a thought of fear, Without a single sigh.