Poems (Robert Underwood Johnson)/To June

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TO JUNE
        Month of the perfect love,
         Month of the perfect leaf,—
        The mellow-mourning dove
         Thine only note of grief,—
Oh, let me hide within thy shade a sorrow past relief!

        Thou, unto whose employ
         All Nature's arts belong—
        Fragrance and warmth and joy:
         Admit me to thy throng.
Thou canst not dull the pang, but oh! tune every chord to song!

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