Leaving for the Great Smoky Mountain states on Thursday, 8 June. I should be back on 18 June.
"My heart thrills like the wilding sap to flowers,
And leaps as a swoln brook in summer rain
Past meadows green to the great sea untold.
O month divine, all fresh with falling showers,
Waft, waft from open heaven thy balm for pain,
Life and sweet Earth are young, God grows not old!"
Theodore H. Rand, 1897
Love and June
Percy Ainsworth
1910
There lives a glory in these sweet June days
Such as I found not in the years gone by,
A kindlier meaning in the unclouded sky,
A tenderer whisper in the woodland ways;
And I have understanding of the lays,
The birds are singing, forasmuch as I
Have learned how love avails to satisfy
A man’s whole heart, and fills his lips with praise.
The morning air is laden with the scent
Of roses; and within my garden grows
A rosebud that shall some day be a rose,
Whose bloom and perfume never shall be spent—
The flower of love: and he who hath it knows
The endless summer of complete content.
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