June Memories.

The leaves drift down in forest ways ;1
                        
                        The wind moans with a voice of pain ;2
                        
                        But through the dim September days,3
                        
                        Like chords of some sweet haunting tune,4
                        
                        The memories of a happy June5
                           
                           Come back to me again—6
                           A June for evermore that lies,7
                        
                        A pearl of purest, rarest bliss,8
                        
                        Shrined in delicious memories :9
                        
                        Sweet words and sweeter silence blent10
                        
                        With dewy twilights, and the scent11
                        
                        Of thick-flowered clematis ;12
                        Long cloudless morning hours that pass13
                        
                        Under oak-shadows cool and dark ;14
                        
                        The drone of insects in the grass,15
                        
                        Through the hot noon-day hushed and still,16
                        
                        Pierced only by the sudden trill17
                        
                        Of one up-soaring lark ;18
                        The plash of oars at eventide ;19
                        
                        The low clear rippling of the stream20
                        
                        Against the boat. Faint breezes glide21
                        
                        With lisping rustle in the reeds,22
                        
                        And slowly from the bank recedes23
                        
                        The sunset’s violet gleam—24
                        Lingering in mossy lanes to hear25
                        
                        The nightingale’s first liquid notes26
                        
                        Pour rich and full. From meadows near,27
                        
                        Mown newly, fragrant breaths arise ;28
                        
                        The moon across the tranquil skies29
                        
                        A globe of silver floats ;30
                        And all through the long summer days31
                        
                        My heart thrills to the fervent tones32
                        
                        Of one loved voice ;  a tender gaze33
                        
                        Follows me ever. Strangely bright34
                        
                        Life lies beneath love’s mystic light.—35
                        
                        But now the wild wind moans :36
                        From their dead stalks the flowers are gone,37
                        
                        The leaves are swept by autumn rain ;38
                        
                        I watch in silence and alone ;39
                        
                        And by the wood-fire’s reddening blaze,40
                        
                        The memories of the sweet June days41
                           
                           Come back to me again.42