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/ Whence are thy wooings, gentle June? / Thou hast a naiad's charm; / Thy breezes scent the rose's breath; / Old Time gives thee her palm. / The lark's shrill song doth wake the dawn: / The eve-bird's forest flute / Gives back some maiden melody, / Too pure for aught so mute.
/ The fairy-peopled world of flowers, / Enraptured by thy spell, / Looks love unto the laughing hours, / Through woodland, grove, and dell; / And soft thy footstep falls upon / The verdant grass it weaves; / To melting murmurs ye have stirred / The timid, trembling leaves.
/ When sunshine beautifies the shower, / As smiles through teardrops seen, / Ask of its June, the long-hushed heart, / What hath the record been? / And thou wilt find that harmonies, / In which the Soul hath part, / Ne'er perish young, like things of earth, / In records of the heart.