Like the swell of some sweet tune, May glides onward into June. Maidenhood. But if thou lovest, mark me! I say lovest, The Spanish Student-Act 1, sc 3. JUNE, How June stands illuminated in the calendar! We hear the low sound of the wind among the trees; and, as it swells and freshens, the distant doors clap through with a sudden sound. The trees are heavy with leaves; and the gardens full of blossoms, red and white. The whole atmosphere is laden with perfume and sunshine. The birds sing. Insects chirp in the grass. Yellow buttercups stud the green carpet like golden buttons, and the red blossoms of the clover like rubies. The elm-trees reach their long, pendulous branches almost to the ground. White clouds sail aloft, and vapours fret the blue sky with silver threads. How pleasant, above all, the flowers-the manifold beautiful flowers!" Hyperion-Book 3, chap. 1. |