June

Do you recall that night in JuneWe watched the moonbeams quiver.

— June

I gazed upon the glorious skyThe rich, green mountain-turf should break.

— June

What joy have I in June's return?And turns me "dust to dust."

— June

June falls asleep upon her bier of flowers;Her hours are numbered on the floral dial.

— June

And what is so rare as a day in June?And over it softly her warm ear lays.

— June

So sweet, so sweet the roses in their blowing,From flower to flower, a-hunting with the bee.

— June

It is the month of June,And pleasant scents the noses.

— June