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JUNE.
While the dim ghosts of the dandelions
Sail serenely in the untroubled air,—
And the clover blushes everywhere.
Sail serenely in the untroubled air,—
And the clover blushes everywhere.
In the leaves a bobolink is pouring
Passion-songs which brook no pause or rest—
Hark! how gushingly the liquid music
Swells and overflows his trembling breast,
Like a love that cannot be repressed!
Passion-songs which brook no pause or rest—
Hark! how gushingly the liquid music
Swells and overflows his trembling breast,
Like a love that cannot be repressed!
O the joy, the luxury, the rapture,
Thus to brush away the chains of care,
Thus to drop the mask from heart and forehead,—
To be glad and young again, and wear
Lilies-of-the-valley in my hair!
Thus to brush away the chains of care,
Thus to drop the mask from heart and forehead,—
To be glad and young again, and wear
Lilies-of-the-valley in my hair!
Far away, unfelt and scarce remembered,
Seems the world-life, harsh and turbulent,
So much harmony, and joy and beauty,
In this matchless day of days are blent:
I desire no more,—I am content!
Seems the world-life, harsh and turbulent,
So much harmony, and joy and beauty,
In this matchless day of days are blent:
I desire no more,—I am content!
