Poems (Bushnell)/June

by Frances Louisa Bushnell

For works with similar titles, see June.

XXIX JUNE

Now the over world the under Clasps in its embrace,And the twain so long asunder Closely interlace.Now the sunlight and the shadow Keep an endless tryst;Now the sky the upspringing meadow Hath o'erleaned and kissed.

To the barren bough the flower Fair and graceful clings;And the long-deserted bower Feels the stir of wings.Heart of noon and breath of coolness Mingle into one;All the longing springs with fullness Softly overrun.

Hopes outworn with flight incessant Now o'ertake their quest;To the weary past the present Gives its perfect rest.Only one thing mars the vision,— It must vanish soon;Faint foreshadow of fruition, Fair and fleeting June!