Opals (Custance)/June

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June

The Summer Spirit has brought back againHer bright-hued butterflies and humming bees,While blossoms fed with sun and silver rain
Lift up their buoyant heads beneath the treesWhose boughs are swaying in the scented wind,And sudden sunshine laps the laughing leas
In lucent glory by dusk leafage linedOf woodland, where blithe bird songs thrill the air,Dear red-lipped daisies in the grass enshrined.
How glad we are to see you gleaming there!June's amorous breaths, flower fragrant round you flow. . . .The gracious golden king-cups deem you fair!
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. . . In shadow of bent branches, let us goDown to the river side where rocks our boatBeneath the whispering willows. I will row
And you shall steer . . . nay! rather let us floatTide-taken past the patient marigoldsWhose dew filled cups to Phœbus' self remote
Are lifted up at Dawn. See! day unfoldsHer sunset robes refulgent in the West,Night's heavy lids that Light's strong hand upholdsDroop low and hide the splendour. . . . Let us rest!
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