A SONG OF THE SIXTH MONTH
GLAD, mad, and a bit sad too — Face o' the rose in the eye of the sun; God has dreamed and his work is done —June's on the world, heigh-ho!
See how the greenish shadow raises Patterns on the sun's flood of golden blazes Round a pink, slim girl knee-deep in daisies.
What is this slow full sense of Time! This great armada of chirp and song, That are as a host of sails that throng Across June's tidal sea of rhyme.
Buttercups and daisies, sing low, sing high — Age is a fable, death is a lie —And June's too good to tell us why!