Poems (Strong)/June
For works with similar titles, see June.
JUNEFaunside, June 2, 1903
Deep in the wood, secure from glare and noise,
How sweet, serene, and grateful Nature seems,
A couch of softest velvet moss she makes,
Inviting one to reverie and dreams.
How sweet, serene, and grateful Nature seems,
A couch of softest velvet moss she makes,
Inviting one to reverie and dreams.
The boughs o'erhead wave gently to and fro,
Each leafy twig a trembling, tiny fan,
That, murmuring, in drowsy accents low,
Stir old-world fancies of the days of Pan.
Each leafy twig a trembling, tiny fan,
That, murmuring, in drowsy accents low,
Stir old-world fancies of the days of Pan.
Far as the eye can reach are bosky depths,
Mysterious and dark tunnels of living green;
The changing flecks of sunshine, here and there,
But serve to add enchantment to the scene.
Mysterious and dark tunnels of living green;
The changing flecks of sunshine, here and there,
But serve to add enchantment to the scene.
A robin on yon branch trills forth,
With head upraised, a joyous, blithesome song;
So Siegfried listened to the magic bird
And learned the secrets of the woodland tongue.
With head upraised, a joyous, blithesome song;
So Siegfried listened to the magic bird
And learned the secrets of the woodland tongue.
A dainty footstep rustles the dry leaves;
I peer behind gnarled trunks to see the faun;
But, strange, shy creature, hurried sounds,
'Mid branch and bramble, tell me he has gone.
I peer behind gnarled trunks to see the faun;
But, strange, shy creature, hurried sounds,
'Mid branch and bramble, tell me he has gone.
Now sweeps a wind-gust down the mountain-side,
The woods are full of echoing, vibrant tones,
Strange shadows flit among the dusky ways
And hide behind the moss-grown logs and stones.
The woods are full of echoing, vibrant tones,
Strange shadows flit among the dusky ways
And hide behind the moss-grown logs and stones.
The insects chirp, the partridge drums,
And shrill the song-bird carols forth his tune;
Oh, where is Fancy bred! Whispers the wind,
"Deep in the leafy wood, mayhap, in June."
And shrill the song-bird carols forth his tune;
Oh, where is Fancy bred! Whispers the wind,
"Deep in the leafy wood, mayhap, in June."
THE 'DIXIE' AT ANCHOR IN BROAD CREEK, FLA.: MARCH 18, 1905