Poems (Howard)/June
For works with similar titles, see June.
June.
The melody woke by the Spring's fairy fingers In every tree, Like sweet voices heard in some happy dream lingers In memory.
All Nature is joyous to greet the fair comer; Like falling rain A voice floats from Heaven proclaiming that Summer Is here again.
Busy bees in the sweet blossom bells now are swinging, And everywhere The buds and leaves bend to their low drowsy singing, In the still air.
'T were joy thus to live 'mid abundance of flowers, From day to day; In sunshine and gladness, till Life's golden hours Shall pass away.
And joy, when the noon of its beautiful summer Wanes to the fall. If peace shall illumine the path of that Comer, Who comes to all.