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When June is here -- what art have we to sing / The whiteness of the lilies midst the green / Of noon-tranced lawns? Or flash of roses seen / Like redbirds' wings? Or earliest ripening / Prince-Harvest apples, where the cloyed bees cling / Round winey juices oozing down between / The peckings of the robin, while we lean / In under-grasses, lost in marveling. / Or the cool term of morning, and the stir / Of odorous breaths from wood and meadow walks, / The bobwhite's liquid yodel, and the whir / Of sudden flight; and, where the milkmaid talks / Across the bars, on tilted barley-stalks / The dewdrops' glint in webs of gossamer.