The diamond bright of the year;
Why fade you thus, so soon
Without trace of sorrow here?
Thy life, O June, is a dream,
Yet the source of great inspiration;
Thine is the time to redeem
The mistakes of a year's dissipation.
Far down in the heart of thy treasures,
A pearl there is richly pure;
Enrapturing the sight of its pleasures__
Lasting its joys, and sure.
Here know the bliss of a day__
Bliss which from June is given;
Drink glad notes of aerial lay,
While they echo from earth to heaven.
Yet June, my long-loved friend,
Shall this suffice thy eulogy;
Can it be, we only comprehend,
A picture so vague to thee.
I would with all my heart
A more worthy tribute bring;
But charm is thine and when we start
Dame Fancy leaves no offering.
For where are laurels, or wreath,
Or the jewels of glittering bright;
That would add to thy perfumed breath,
Or shed brilliancy above thy light.
O June, I clutch at thy daylight's last beam,
As mementoes for thy diadem;
Promise me, please, another gleam,
For thou art the rarest gem.
Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)