WHEN June is come, then all the day I'll sit with my love in the scented hay: And watch the sunshot palaces high, That the white clouds build in the breezy sky. She singeth, and I do make her a song, And read sweet poems the whole day long: Unseen as we lie in our hay-built home. Oh, life is delight when June is come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLIND GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE SERE AND YELLOW LEAF by KAREN SWENSON TO AGE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR FOR 'OUR LADY OF THE ROCKS' (BY LEONARDO DA VINCI) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI FAREWELL TO SUMMER by GEORGE ARNOLD UPON THE SAME by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS TWO SONNETS: 1 by DAVID P. BERENBERG |