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June lavishes sweet-scented loveliness

And sprinkles sunfilled wine on everything;

The very leaves grow drunk with bliss and sing

And every breeze becomes a soft caress.

All earthly things felicity confess

And fairies dance in many a moonlit ring;

The fleetfoot hours fresh wealth of joyaunce bring;

Life wears her gayest rose-embroidered dress.

Kind June, why bear these golden gifts to me?

All winter long I hear the throstle’s tune,

All winter long red roses I can see,

Reading the while Love’s ancient magic rune.

In Love’s fair garden-close I wander free,

So take your guerdon elsewhere, lovely June.