JUNE
A dainty footstep rustles the dry leaves;
I peer behind gnarled trunks to see the faun;
But, strange, shy creature, hurried sounds,
'Mid branch and bramble, tell me he has gone.
I peer behind gnarled trunks to see the faun;
But, strange, shy creature, hurried sounds,
'Mid branch and bramble, tell me he has gone.
Now sweeps a wind-gust down the mountain-side,
The woods are full of echoing, vibrant tones,
Strange shadows flit among the dusky ways
And hide behind the moss-grown logs and stones.
The woods are full of echoing, vibrant tones,
Strange shadows flit among the dusky ways
And hide behind the moss-grown logs and stones.
The insects chirp, the partridge drums,
And shrill the song-bird carols forth his tune;
Oh, where is Fancy bred! Whispers the wind,
"Deep in the leafy wood, mayhap, in June."
And shrill the song-bird carols forth his tune;
Oh, where is Fancy bred! Whispers the wind,
"Deep in the leafy wood, mayhap, in June."
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