Poems (Jordan)/June
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For works with similar titles, see June.
JUNE
The smiling Earth close to her throbbing heart
Doth press us now,—so close, we may inhale
Her fragrant breath as't fans our cheek, and feel
The ecstasy of life she doth impart.
The birds seem to have dipped their tongues anew
Into the founts of song, and dash the spray
Therefrom, into the face of Nature, who,
From her cold tomb, comes clad in garments gay.
All things are at their best, though early June,
Sweet Spring, like the departed spirit of
A loving mother, still doth bend above
The flow'ry cradle of her babe, whose croon
Fills all the air with melody so sweet
That but to live doth seem a joy complete!
Doth press us now,—so close, we may inhale
Her fragrant breath as't fans our cheek, and feel
The ecstasy of life she doth impart.
The birds seem to have dipped their tongues anew
Into the founts of song, and dash the spray
Therefrom, into the face of Nature, who,
From her cold tomb, comes clad in garments gay.
All things are at their best, though early June,
Sweet Spring, like the departed spirit of
A loving mother, still doth bend above
The flow'ry cradle of her babe, whose croon
Fills all the air with melody so sweet
That but to live doth seem a joy complete!