The flowers of June The gates of memory unbar: The flowers of June Such old-time harmonies retune, I fain would keep the gates ajar,— So full of sweet enchantment are The flowers of June. —James T. White. Who loves not June Is out of tune With love and God; The rose his rival reigns, The stars reject his pains, His home the clod! And yet I trow, When sweet rondeau Doth play a part, The curtain drops on June; Veiled is the modest moon— Hushed is the heart. |