June Weather<\/p>\n
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For a cap and bells our lives we pay,<\/p>\n
Bubbles we earn with a whole soul’s tasking;<\/p>\n
‘T is heaven alone that is given away,<\/p>\n
‘T is only God may be had for the asking;<\/p>\n
No price is set on the lavish summer;<\/p>\n
June may be had by the poorest comer.<\/p>\n
And what is so rare as a day in June?<\/p>\n
Then, if ever, come perfect days;<\/p>\n
Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,<\/p>\n
And over it softly her warm ear lays:<\/p>\n
Whether we look, or whether we listen,<\/p>\n
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;<\/p>\n
Every clod feels a stir of might,<\/p>\n
An instinct within it that reaches and towers,<\/p>\n
And, groping blindly above it for light,<\/p>\n
Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;<\/p>\n
The flush of life may well be seen<\/p>\n
Thrilling back over hills and valleys;<\/p>\n
The cowslip startles in meadows green,<\/p>\n
The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,<\/p>\n
And there’s never a leaf nor a blade too mean<\/p>\n
To be some happy creature’s palace;<\/p>\n
The little bird sits at his door in the sun,<\/p>\n
Atilt like a blossom among the leaves,<\/p>\n
And lets his illumined being o’errun<\/p>\n
With the deluge of summer it receives;<\/p>\n
His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,<\/p>\n
And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings;<\/p>\n
He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,–<\/p>\n
In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?<\/p>\n
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Now is the high tide of the year,<\/p>\n
And whatever of life hath ebbed away<\/p>\n
Comes flooding back, with a ripply cheer,<\/p>\n
Into every bare inlet and creek and bay;<\/p>\n
Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it,<\/p>\n
We are happy now because God wills it;<\/p>\n
No matter how barren the past may have been,<\/p>\n
‘T is enough for us now that the leaves are green;<\/p>\n
We sit in the warm shade and feel right well<\/p>\n
How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell;<\/p>\n
We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing<\/p>\n
That skies are clear and grass is growing;<\/p>\n
The breeze comes whispering in our ear,<\/p>\n
That dandelions are blossoming near,<\/p>\n
That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing,<\/p>\n
That the river is bluer than the sky,<\/p>\n
That the robin is plastering his house hard by;<\/p>\n
And if the breeze kept the good news back,<\/p>\n
For other couriers we should not lack,<\/p>\n
We could guess it all by yon heifer’s lowing,–<\/p>\n
And hark! how clear bold chanticleer,<\/p>\n
Warmed with the new wine of the year,<\/p>\n
Tells all in his lusty crowing!<\/p>\n
James Russell Lowell<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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