June
. . . In shadow of bent branches, let us go
Down to the river side where rocks our boat
Beneath the whispering willows. I will row
Down to the river side where rocks our boat
Beneath the whispering willows. I will row
And you shall steer . . . nay! rather let us float
Tide-taken past the patient marigolds
Whose dew filled cups to Phœbus' self remote
Tide-taken past the patient marigolds
Whose dew filled cups to Phœbus' self remote
Are lifted up at Dawn. See! day unfolds
Her sunset robes refulgent in the West,
Night's heavy lids that Light's strong hand upholds
Droop low and hide the splendour. . . . Let us rest!
Her sunset robes refulgent in the West,
Night's heavy lids that Light's strong hand upholds
Droop low and hide the splendour. . . . Let us rest!
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