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Now by every meadow-side the buttercups blow -- / (O June, you are spendthrift of your gold! ) / Green are the uplands where the little lambs go, / Green and glad the forests that are old.
Once again the summer weaves on her magic loom, / Cloth of clover, -- fairy web of wheat; -- / Only Mary's alabaster box of perfume / Ever made the passing wind more sweet.
Even through the city where the dusty roads run, / Blue runs now the river to the sea. / Tender is the twilight when the long day is done, -- / Infinite the stars' tranquillity.
Not forever are the rains or the winter snows, / All these past -- nor shall be overlong, -- / And with every lovely June cometh the rose, / The sweet blue dusk, -- a night-bird's wonder-song!