JUNE.
Reading edition
Now weave the winds to music of June's lyre Their bowers of cloud whence odorous blooms are flung Far down the dells and cedarn vales among,— See, lowly plains, sky-touched, to heaven aspire! Now flash the golden robin's plumes with fire, The bobolink is bubbling o'er with song, And leafy trees, Æolian harps new-strung, Murmur far notes blown from some starry choir. My heart thrills like the wilding sap to flowers, And leaps as a swoln brook in summer rain Past meadows green to the great sea untold. O month divine, all fresh with falling showers, Waft, waft from open heaven thy balm for pain, Life and sweet Earth are young, God grows not old!