YOUTH AND JUNE.

I was your lover long ago, sweet June,

Ere life grew hard; I am your lover still,

And follow gladly to the wondrous tune

You pipe on golden reeds to vale and hill.

I am your lover still — to me you seem

To hold the fragrance of the joys long dead —

The brightness and the beauty of the dream

We dreamed in youth — to hold the tears we shed,

The laughter of our lips — the faith that lies

Back in that season dear to every heart,

Life's springtime, when God's earth and God's blue skies

Are, measured by our glance, not far apart.