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XXIXJUNE
Now the over world the under
Clasps in its embrace,
And the twain so long asunder
Closely interlace.
Now the sunlight and the shadow
Keep an endless tryst;
Now the sky the upspringing meadow
Hath o'erleaned and kissed.

To the barren bough the flower
Fair and graceful clings;
And the long-deserted bower
Feels the stir of wings.
Heart of noon and breath of coolness
Mingle into one;
All the longing springs with fullness
Softly overrun.

Hopes outworn with flight incessant
Now o'ertake their quest;
To the weary past the present
Gives its perfect rest.
Only one thing mars the vision,—
It must vanish soon;
Faint foreshadow of fruition,
Fair and fleeting June!

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