Poems (Bushnell)/June

For works with similar titles, see June.
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XXIXJUNE
Now the over world the under Clasps in its embrace,And the twain so long asunder Closely interlace.Now the sunlight and the shadow Keep an endless tryst;Now the sky the upspringing meadow Hath o'erleaned and kissed.
To the barren bough the flower Fair and graceful clings;And the long-deserted bower Feels the stir of wings.Heart of noon and breath of coolness Mingle into one;All the longing springs with fullness Softly overrun.
Hopes outworn with flight incessant Now o'ertake their quest;To the weary past the present Gives its perfect rest.Only one thing mars the vision,— It must vanish soon;Faint foreshadow of fruition, Fair and fleeting June!
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