Poem by Madison Julius Cawein

June

 I.

Hotly burns the amaryllis
 With its stars of red;
Whitely rise the stately lilies
 From the lily bed;
Withered shrinks the wax May-apple
 'Neath its parasol;
Chilly dies the violet dapple
 In its earthly hall.

 II.

March is but a blust'ring liar,
 April a sad love,
May a milkmaid from the byre
 Flirting in the grove.
June is rich in many blossoms,
 She's the one I'll woo;
Health swells in her sunny bosoms,
 She's my sweetheart true.

1. The Picture
2. The Ribbon
3. Wood Notes
4. The Wood God
5. Processional

Edgar Guest June ("June is here, the month of roses, month of brides and month of bees")

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