Poems (Kennedy)/Codicil to June
A CODICIL TO JUNE
TIP-TOE upon the distant hillsIt 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 feetWhere 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!