June
A SONNET .
Hail ! fervid, flowery, leafy, lusty June!
First-born of Summer! heir of lavish light!
Month of the genial Morn, — the glowing Noon, —
The dreamy Evening, — the delicious Night!
Season of sunny Harvest, when the hand
Of jocund Toil, 'mid busy-winged bees,
Rifles the riches of the grassy leas,
And scatters rural fragrance o'er the land!
Fain would I hail thee, wheresoe'er and when
My feelings prompted, or my fancy led; —
In slumberous forests — on the mountain's head —
By lonely streams, on moorlands high and dun,
In ferny dingles shaded from the sun —
Apart, but not exiled, from cities and from men.
Hail ! fervid, flowery, leafy, lusty June!
First-born of Summer! heir of lavish light!
Month of the genial Morn, — the glowing Noon, —
The dreamy Evening, — the delicious Night!
Season of sunny Harvest, when the hand
Of jocund Toil, 'mid busy-winged bees,
Rifles the riches of the grassy leas,
And scatters rural fragrance o'er the land!
Fain would I hail thee, wheresoe'er and when
My feelings prompted, or my fancy led; —
In slumberous forests — on the mountain's head —
By lonely streams, on moorlands high and dun,
In ferny dingles shaded from the sun —
Apart, but not exiled, from cities and from men.
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