'TIS royal and authentic June Over this poor soil blossoming; Here lies, beneath an upright noon, Thin nation for so wild a king. Far off, the noble Summer rules, Violent in the ardent rose, His sun alight in mirroring pools, Braggart on Alps of vanquished snows; Away, aloft, true to his hour, Announced, his colour, his fire, his jest. But here, in negligible flower, Summer is not proclaimed: -- confessed. A woman I marked; for her no state, Small joy, no song. She had her boon, Her only youth, true to its date, Faintly perceptible, her June. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NATURA NATURANS by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH FOR THE BED AT KELMSCOTT by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) EPITAPHS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 13. AL-BARI by EDWIN ARNOLD THE POET'S SOLILOQUY by E. M. AVERILL LOVE IN ARMOR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |