Wedded

Birds are singing in the closes —
Singing for joy of June.
Scent of English violets
Mingles with the mignonette's;
And the garden's red with roses,
When the glad brown thrushes croon —
Thrushes crooning in the closes
All this rose-sweet June.

Rarer joy than yours has found me,
Birds of the rose-sweet June!
Maidenhood with Maytime ended;
Love, the strong one, o'er me bended,
And with orange blossoms crowned me
In the hot, sweet summer noon.
Rarer joy than yours has found me —
Love's year has its June.
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