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!
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.
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 rondeauDoth play a part, The curtain drops on June; Veiled is the modest moon—Hushed is the heart.