17.06.2007, 13:53
June 1
Come with thy rose-wreaths, fair and laughing June!
Fling thy rich odors upon every gale;
Bid the blue waters wake their blithest tune,
And joy and light and melody prevail.
Thou hast a store of treasures, and with thee
We look for all things lovely: butterflies
Flit like winged jewels ‘neath thy sunny skies;
And roam, with tones of music, bird, and bee.
Thou art the loveliest of the sisters three, -
Summer’s most beauteous child! O, still delay,
Fairest of months! thy paring; fondly stay,
And pour thy radiant smiles on lake and lea;
Bear not from earth thy blessed gifts so soon;
Stay, stay thy flight, O fair and laughing June!
Come with thy rose-wreaths, fair and laughing June!
Fling thy rich odors upon every gale;
Bid the blue waters wake their blithest tune,
And joy and light and melody prevail.
Thou hast a store of treasures, and with thee
We look for all things lovely: butterflies
Flit like winged jewels ‘neath thy sunny skies;
And roam, with tones of music, bird, and bee.
Thou art the loveliest of the sisters three, -
Summer’s most beauteous child! O, still delay,
Fairest of months! thy paring; fondly stay,
And pour thy radiant smiles on lake and lea;
Bear not from earth thy blessed gifts so soon;
Stay, stay thy flight, O fair and laughing June!