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Poems and Sonnets

By George Barlow

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AS ROSES ARE TO JUNE.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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AS ROSES ARE TO JUNE.

As sweet you are to me, my love,
As roses are to June,
As clouds that march in tune
To the fair face of the moon,
As sweet you are to me, my love,
As roses are to June!
As dear you are to me, my love,
As green to eyes of spring,
As boughs of woods that ring
To birds therein that sing,
As dear you are to me, my love,
As green to eyes of spring!

122

As good you are to me, my love,
As showers to thirsty ground
When drops of healing sound
In the summer all around,
As good you are to me, my love,
As showers to thirsty ground!
As fair you are to me, my love,
As morning to the air
And the ringlets of the hair
Of Aurora here and there;
As fair you are to me, my love,
As morning to the air!
As new you are to me, my love,
As every dawn is new
And the sparkle of the dew
Fresh grass that glitters through;
As new you are to me, my love,
As every dawn is new!

123

As old you are to me, my love,
As Beauty to our eyes,
To every child that cries
For a face, a form, that flies;
As old you are to me, my love,
As Beauty to our eyes!
As young you are to me, my love,
As the flush upon the face
Of a winner in a race,
Or your own lips' grace;
As young you are to me, my love,
As your own lips' grace!
As strong you are to me, my love,
As waves are to the sea,
And miles of mist that flee
To the ether where they be;
As strong you are to me, my love,
As waves are to the sea!

124

As kind you are to me, my love,
As the moon to waves at night,
As the radiance of the light
Of the sun to waking sight;
As kind you are to me, my love,
As the moon to waves at night!
As true you are to me, my love,
As the magnet to the pole,
As love to every soul,
As stars to seas that roll;
As true you are to me, my love,
As the magnet to the pole!
As white you are to me, my love,
As snows upon the heights,
And the dazzle of the lights
Of Aurora in the nights;
As white you are to me, my love,
As snows upon the heights!

125

As pure you are to me, my love,
As ether's softest breath,
Or the gentle hands of Death,
As every word Christ saith;
As pure you are to me, my love,
As every word Christ saith!
As fond you are of me, my love,
As I am fond of you,
Like swallows in the blue
We twitter, two and two;
As fond you are of me, my love,
As I am fond of you!