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The year has but one June, dear friend; / The year has but one June; / And when that perfect month doth end, / The robin's song, though loud, though long, / Seems never quite in tune.
The rose, though still its blushing face / By bee and bird is seen, / May yet have lost that subtle grace -- / That nameless spell the winds know / Which makes it garden's queen.
Life's perfect June, love's red, red rose, / Have burned and bloomed for me. / Though still youth's summer sunlight glows; / Though thou art kind, dear friend, I find / I have no heart for thee.