Dark is the heart, and steeped in ceaseless pain
That cannot smile when June comes back again;
Sad is the soul, and lonely are the ways
That can resist October's dreamy days.
I love them both, these gentle sisters twain,—
Sweet, smiling June. without a thought of care,
And fair October with her chestnut hair.
That cannot smile when June comes back again;
Sad is the soul, and lonely are the ways
That can resist October's dreamy days.
I love them both, these gentle sisters twain,—
Sweet, smiling June. without a thought of care,
And fair October with her chestnut hair.
NOONDAY IN SUMMER
The brazen sun is in the zenith sky,
Its summer heat has scorched earth's shady ways,
Her verdure withers 'neath its burning rays,
And fragile flow'rets fade, and droop, and die.
The cooling winds are e'en too faint to sigh,
And all the leaves upon the trees are still,
The busy bee goes droning o'er the hill
To gather sweetness from the blooming rye.
The brook still sings its drowsy lullaby,
And shrill the locust wakes his noonday lay,
But still the sunflower drinks the burning ray
And turns its face up fearless to the sky,
And hollyhocks and poppies look more fair
Beneath the glamour of the noonday glare.
Its summer heat has scorched earth's shady ways,
Her verdure withers 'neath its burning rays,
And fragile flow'rets fade, and droop, and die.
The cooling winds are e'en too faint to sigh,
And all the leaves upon the trees are still,
The busy bee goes droning o'er the hill
To gather sweetness from the blooming rye.
The brook still sings its drowsy lullaby,
And shrill the locust wakes his noonday lay,
But still the sunflower drinks the burning ray
And turns its face up fearless to the sky,
And hollyhocks and poppies look more fair
Beneath the glamour of the noonday glare.
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