What
is so rare as a day in June
As the warmth of the sun
mingles with the soft rain, no other month has inspired song and poetry from
the hearts and souls of men and women.
‘and what is so rare as a
day in June?
Then, if ever, comes
perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if
it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm
ear lays;
………………….
‘The flush of life may well
be seen
Thrilling back over hills
and valleys;
The cowslip startles in
meadows green,
The buttercup catches the
sun in its chalice,
And there’s never a leaf
nor a blade too mean
To be some happy creature’s
palace
The little bird sits at his
door in the sun,
Atilt like a bloosom among
the leaves,
And lets his illuminated
being o’errun
With the delige of summer
it receives’.
~James Russell Lowell, ‘The
Vision of Sir Laudfal’
‘I cannot recall such a
beautiful June as this. It has been the sweetest
month of sun and shower
imaginable and the greenness of everything is something to steep your soul in.
it is a benediction to walk past a clover field’.
~L.M. Montgomery, June 30,
1908
‘Come up into the hills, O my
love. Return! O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again, as I
first knew you in the timeless valley, where we shall feel ourselves anew,
bedded on magic in the month of June. There was a place where all the sun went
glistering in your hair, and from the hills we could have put a finger on a
star: Where is that day melted into one rich noise?’
~ Thomas Wolfe, ‘Look
Homeward, Angel’
