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/ Once more the June with her great moon / Poured harvest o'er the golden fields; / Once more her days in hot, bright shields / She bore from morn to drooping noon. / A rhymer, sick of work and rhyme, / Disheartened by a poor success, / I sought the woods to loll the time / In one long month of quietness. / It was the time when one will thrill / For indolent fields, serener skies; / For Nature's softening subtleties / Of higher cloud and gullied rill.
/ When crumpled poppies strew the halls / Of all the East, where mounts the Dawn, / And in the eve the skyey lawn / Gold kingcups heap 'neath Night's gray walls. / The silver peace of distant wolds, / Of far-seen lakes a glimmering dance, / Fresh green of undulating hills, / Old woodlands silent with romance. / Intenser stars, a lazier moon, / The moonlit torrent on the peak, / And at one's side a maiden meek / And lovely as the balmy June.