June

Another quells,
Another reins the leopards.
My portent tells
My story to the shepherds
Beside the wells.

My face is tan.
My hair, my hair is golden
None brighter than
My eyes were e'er beholden
By eyes of man.

I am the vine.
The cup is chiselled garnet
For garnet wine.
I am the vine incarnate.
The grape is mine.

With crown of bright
Green leaf and tender clusters
My head is dight;
Even as the starry musters
Adorn the night.

I am the vine:
The stock, the grape, the dresser;
In deed and sign,
The purple-footed presser
Of purple wine.
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