JUNE

 

JUNE - THE POEM

by FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN 

O June delicious month of June, 
When winds and birds all sing in tune;

When in the meadows swarm the bees 

And hum their drowsy melodies; 

O June! the month of bluest skies, 

Dear to the pilgrim butterflies,

Who seem gay colored leaves astray, 

Blown down the amber tides of day; 

O June! the month of merry song, 

Of shadow brief, of sunshine long;

All things on earth love you best, 

The bird who carols near his nest; 

The wind that wakes and singing blows 

The spicy perfume of the rose; 

And bee who sounds his muffled horn  

And bee who sounds his muffled horn 

To celebrate the dewy morn 

And even all the stars above 

At night as happier for love, 

As if the mellow notes of mirth 

Were wafted to them from the earth. 

O June! such music haunts your name, 

With you the summer's chorus came. 

References:

1. The Primary Plan Book 1912