Poems (Kennedy)/Codicil to June
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A CODICIL TO JUNE
TIP-TOE upon the distant hills
It paused to throw us back a rose—
Sweet June!
That month of waking ecstacies
Inwrought with tender memories
And love's eternal mysteries—
It takes the world's heart as it goes.
Such haunting chimes of bridal bells
It left—
Scattered through all its roseate length
So many tender moons!
So many smiling jewelers,
So many salad spoons!
It paused to throw us back a rose—
Sweet June!
That month of waking ecstacies
Inwrought with tender memories
And love's eternal mysteries—
It takes the world's heart as it goes.
Such haunting chimes of bridal bells
It left—
Scattered through all its roseate length
So many tender moons!
So many smiling jewelers,
So many salad spoons!
We trace its lightly-flying feet
Where daisies nod and lilies lean—
Sweet June!
Where song-thrush warbled in the shade,
Where nuptial vows were softly made
And roses bloom while roses fade,
And in their wake love came to glean.
Where daisies nod and lilies lean—
Sweet June!
Where song-thrush warbled in the shade,
Where nuptial vows were softly made
And roses bloom while roses fade,
And in their wake love came to glean.
These are the signs by which we count
Its steps—
This month, through which with bated breath,
Cupid with Hymen slowly walks
And leaves so many love-hushed hearts—
So many pickle forks!
Its steps—
This month, through which with bated breath,
Cupid with Hymen slowly walks
And leaves so many love-hushed hearts—
So many pickle forks!