JUNE 141 



by the evening star, and voiceful with songs 



lttr* f-nic 



like this : 



" Slow from the sunset sky 

 Soft colours fade and die ; 

 Ashes of roses lie 

 On Day's grey altar. 

 In far, dim depths of blue 

 Slow stars come into view 

 World-old, but ever new 

 Nor change, nor falter, 

 Good-night 1 



" Here in the garden still 

 Waking, a late bird's trill 

 Sets every pulse athrill 

 With June's own passion. 

 Sweetbriar, a country maid, 

 Blushes in fragrant shade 

 Of her own heart afraid 

 Wooed in such fashion, 

 Good-night ! 



" Around the casement twines 

 Shelter of twin woodbines 

 Pale there thy taper shines, 

 Now it has vanished ! 

 In night's fields, slumber sown, 

 Sweet be thy dreams, my own; 

 Give me a dream alone 

 All others banished ! 

 Good-night ! " 



