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The passionate humming-birds cling / To the honeysuckles' hearts; / In and out at the open window / The twittering house-wren darts, / And the sun is bright.
June is young, and warm, and sweet; / The morning is gay and new; / Glimmers yet the grass of the door-yard, / Pearl-gray with fragrant dew, / And the sun is bright.
From the mill, upon the stream, / A busy murmur swells; / On to the pasture go the cattle, / Lowing, with tinkling bells, / And the sun is bright.
She gathers his playthings up, / And dreamily puts them by; / Children are playing in the meadow, / She hears their joyous cry, / And the sun is bright.
She sits and clasps her brow, / And looks with swollen eyes / On the landscape that reels and dances, -- / To herself she softly cries, / And the sun is bright.