Dumb In June

Written on the fly leaf of Richard Burton’s volume of verse, “Dumb in June.”

June that floods the earth with sweetness, Songs and scents and petals bright; How my heart in your completeness Loses self with full delight! Think you if with no lip-greeting I give welcome warmly told, That my spirit to this meeting Springs not as in time of old?

Dearer comer than when child-heart Sang to greet you from the hill; Dearer to the captive wild-heart Where the music now is still. Should I sing when you are singing Through my soul’s most shadowed ways, Jubilant with promise, ringing Down the drone of common days?

June-time! Spring-time! Hour of growing! Time with all renewing blest! Throbbing from a heart o’er-flowing, Silent songs may praise you best.