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I COME not when the earth is brown, and gray

The skies; I am no flower of a day,

No crocus I, to bloom and pass away;

No cowslip bright, or hyacinth that clings

Close to the earth, from whence it springs;

Nor tulip, gay as song birds’ wings.

I am the royal rose, and all things fair

Grow fairer for my sake; the earth, the air,

Proclaim the coming of the flower most rare.

Green is the earth, and beautiful the sky,

And soft the breeze, that loves to linger nigh;

I am the rose, and who with me shall vie?

The earth is full of gladness, all in tune

With songs of birds; and now I come, O June,

To crown thee, month of beauty, with my bloom.