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JUNE SONG
To sit in a gold meadow
In a great tree's shadow;
The tide of gold and emerald about your feet;
The hedge bursting to blossom
White as a swan's bosom;
The shadow of leaves upon you, is bliss complete.
In a great tree's shadow;
The tide of gold and emerald about your feet;
The hedge bursting to blossom
White as a swan's bosom;
The shadow of leaves upon you, is bliss complete.
The cuckoo calling nigh you;
The larks springing by you;
Nightingales at noonday, jug-jugging in the grove:
Finches, blackbirds, and thrushes
In all the bowers and bushes,
God knows, this side of Heaven, is heaven enough.
The larks springing by you;
Nightingales at noonday, jug-jugging in the grove:
Finches, blackbirds, and thrushes
In all the bowers and bushes,
God knows, this side of Heaven, is heaven enough.
Woods through the heat-mist glimmer
With silk of the green a-shimmer;
Purple and bronze of the beeches in a sudden stain;
Scent on the wind delicious
From gorse in its golden riches;
Bliss beyond human bearing grows almost pain.
With silk of the green a-shimmer;
Purple and bronze of the beeches in a sudden stain;
Scent on the wind delicious
From gorse in its golden riches;
Bliss beyond human bearing grows almost pain.
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O you poor folk of cities,
A thousand, thousand pities!
Heaping the fairy gold that withers and dies;
One field in the June weather
Is worth all gold ye gather,
One field in the June weather—one Paradise.
A thousand, thousand pities!
Heaping the fairy gold that withers and dies;
One field in the June weather
Is worth all gold ye gather,
One field in the June weather—one Paradise.
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