June

“Do you recall that night in JuneWe watched the moonbeams quiver.”

“I gazed upon the glorious skyThe rich, green mountain-turf should break.”

“What joy have I in June's return?And turns me "dust to dust."”

“June falls asleep upon her bier of flowers;Her hours are numbered on the floral dial.”

“And what is so rare as a day in June?And over it softly her warm ear lays.”

“So sweet, so sweet the roses in their blowing,From flower to flower, a-hunting with the bee.”

“It is the month of June,And pleasant scents the noses.”