Part 23

When clamour that doves in the lindens keep Mingles with musical flash of the weir, Where drowned green tresses of crowsfoot creep, Then comes in the sweet o' the year!

When big trout late in the twilight leap, When the cuckoo clamoureth far and near, When glittering scythes in the hayfield reap, Then comes in the sweet o' the year!

Andrew Lang.

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Oh! come quickly, show thee soon; Come at once with all thy noon, Manly, joyous, gipsy June.

Leigh Hunt.

JUNE

Ancient Cornish name: Miz-epham, summer month, or head of summer.

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Jewel for the month: Agate. Long life, health, and prosperity.

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When the white pinks begin to appear, Then is the time your sheep to shear.

Old Rhyme.

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Over the meadow, In sunshine and shadow, The meadow-larks trill and the bumble-bees drone.

Whitcomb Riley.

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If it raineth on the eighth of June a wet harvest men will see.

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The broom having plenty of blossoms, or the walnut tree, is a sign of a fruitful year of corn.

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A calm June Puts the farmer in tune.

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A dripping June Puts all things in tune.

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Come away! The sunny hours Woo thee far to founts and bowers! O'er the very waters now, In their play, Flowers are shedding beauty's glow-- Come away! Where the lily's tender gleam Quivers on the glancing stream, Come away!

All the air is filled with sound, Soft and sultry, and profound; Murmurs through the shadowy grass Lightly stray; Faint winds whisper as they pass: Come away! Where the bee's deep music swells From the trembling foxglove bells. Come away!

Mrs. Hemans.