The Lay of the Band 
order to startle, but to suggest, if I might, the joyous 
medley of life in June, its variety and abundance. 
You may not be able to name all the warblers; 
you have never yet made out which is which among 
the dogwoods and viburnums; the dogwood flowers 
are all four-pointed stars, while the viburnums are 
all five-pointed. But what of it,—four or five, dog- 
wood or viburnum! Here they are, banked in soft, 
snowy fragrance along the margin of the pond. A 
tiny nest swings from a fork among them, a tiny 
bird with a white ring around her eye broods and 
watches you drift past. You have a fish-pole, and all 
about you and within you is the June. 
