Poems (Eddy)/Rondelet

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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.

WHO loves not June
Is 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.

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