Poems (Linn)/Lost June

by Edith Willis Linn

LOST JUNE.

TELL me have you seen a maiden,
 Dainty maiden, trip this way?
Hair like sunshine, eyes like sapphire,
 Forehead like the dawn of day.

She is merry, mild and gentle,
 Oh! so wonderfully fair.
Roses pink and white and crimson
 Woven in her sunny hair.

And her voice is soft and bird-like;
 Joyous is her flowing song.
Light! her feet scarce bend the grasses
 As she gaily trips along.

When she came the daisies wakened
 Into fullest life and love;
And the harebells stole their color
 From the skies that bent above.

Hark! the robin in the twilight
 Sings his evening song alone;
For the blue eggs in the linden,
 Finding life and wing, have flown.

Softly sings, as sings my spirit
 A half sad, half merry tune,
Sad because the roses wither,—
 Sad that I have lost sweet June.