June Leisure

When June revisits the New England shore, She takes the road along the Silvermine, Where noble trees in every dooryard stand And shadowy gardens full of dreamy peace Spread all the full-blown peonies to the sun. By every orchard wall the air is sweet With breath of honeysuckle, and the air Filled with the murmur of the industrious bees; The river babbles down its dark ravine By the old mill; the bobolinks spring up, Scattering music as of fairy bells From every open field; a few white clouds Wander across the unimagined blue; And all is well again with earth and heaven.