Poems (Jordan)/June
For works with similar titles, see June.
JUNE
The smiling Earth close to her throbbing heartDoth press us now,—so close, we may inhaleHer fragrant breath as't fans our cheek, and feelThe ecstasy of life she doth impart.The birds seem to have dipped their tongues anewInto the founts of song, and dash the sprayTherefrom, 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 ofA loving mother, still doth bend aboveThe flow'ry cradle of her babe, whose croonFills all the air with melody so sweetThat but to live doth seem a joy complete!