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Poem by Helen Hunt Jackson


A Calendar of Sonnets. June


O MONTH whose promise and fulfilment blend,
And burst in one! it seems the earth can store
In all her roomy house no treasure more;
Of all her wealth no farthing have to spend
On fruit, when once this stintless flowering end.
And yet no tiniest flower shall fall before
It hath made ready at its hidden core
Its tithe of seed, which we may count and tend
Till harvest. Joy of blossomed love, for thee
Seems it no fairer thing can yet have birth?
No room is left for deeper ecstacy?
Watch well if seeds grow strong, to scatter free
Germs for thy future summers on the earth.
A joy which is but joy soon comes to dearth. 



Helen Hunt Jackson


Helen Hunt Jackson's other poems:
  1. Songs of Battle
  2. Morn
  3. Freedom
  4. A Calendar of Sonnets. February
  5. A Calendar of Sonnets. August


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