poems by mary baker eddy
57
RONDELET
The flowers of June
The gates of memory unbar:
The flowers of June
Such old-time harmonies retune,
I fain would keep the gates ajar,—
So full of sweet enchantment are
The flowers of June.
—James T. White.
The gates of memory unbar:
The flowers of June
Such old-time harmonies retune,
I fain would keep the gates ajar,—
So full of sweet enchantment are
The flowers of June.
—James T. White.
HO loves not JuneIs out of tune
With love and God;
The rose his rival reigns,
The stars reject his pains,
His home the clod!
And yet I trow,
When sweet rondeau
Doth play a part,
The curtain drops on June;
Veiled is the modest moon—
Hushed is the heart.
When sweet rondeau
Doth play a part,
The curtain drops on June;
Veiled is the modest moon—
Hushed is the heart.
