Explore "A New England June" by Bliss Carman on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
_These things I remember / Of New England June, / Like a vivid day-dream / In the azure noon, / While one haunting figure / Strays through every scene, / Like the soul of beauty / Through her lost demesne._
Gardens full of roses / And peonies a-blow / In the dewy morning, / Row on stately row, / Spreading their gay patterns, / Crimson, pied and cream, / Like some gorgeous fresco / Or an Eastern dream.