Scene Between May and June
In lowly dale, fast by a river's side,
With woody hill o'er hill encompass'd round,
A most enchanting wizard did abide,
Than whom a fiend more fell is nowhere found
In lowly dale, fast by a river's side,
With woody hill o'er hill encompass'd round,
A most enchanting wizard did abide,
Than whom a fiend more fell is nowhere found
"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills,
In languid palpitation, half a-swoon With ardors and sun-loves and subtle thrills;"Throb,
Beautiful
while the fervent hours...
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers as in their causes, sleep
Ask me no more whither doth stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare...
Tell you what I like the best — 'Long about knee-deep in June, 'Bout the time strawberries melts On the vine, — some afternoon Like to jes' git out and rest, And not work at nothin' else
Orchard's where I'd ruther be — Needn't fence it in fer...
Long, long ago, it seems, this summer
That pale-browed April passed with pensive
Through the frore woods, and from its frost-bound
Woke the arbutus with her silver horn;