@3On a rosebush that grows in the garden you love There are three opening buds on a single green stem; And they dream as they nod to your window above That it would not be June if it were not for them. There's an oriole brave as a prince on his throne In his orange-and-black in the mulberry-tree. As he flutes to a world that he knows for his own, "Oh, it would not be June if it were not for me!" Let the oriole sing to the earth and the sky, And the roses unfold to the kiss of the dew! But the light of my soul is the glance of your eye, And it would not be June if it were not for you.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONCORD HYMN; SUNG AT COMPLETION OF CONCORD MONUMENT, 1836 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ON MY FIRST DAUGHTER by BEN JONSON SAPPHO AND PHAON: 2. THE TEMPLE OF CHASTITY by MARY DARBY ROBINSON SCUM O' THE EARTH' by ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER I HEARD YOUR SOLEMN-SWEET PIPES by WALT WHITMAN THE APOLOGY OF THE BISHOPS IN ANSWER TO BONNER'S GHOST by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |