134 WITH EARTH AND SKY 
I saw here. They seemed more like a splotch of 
shining splendor out among the islands of the 
Milky Way. They would have rendered any 
place a place of peace and beauty. 
But when a water-lily pond whose surface is 
dappled with lily pads of green, and white and 
gold of lily flowers and patches of water shining 
back the sky—when such a place is girdled with 
a profusion of wild fleur-de-lis with enchanting 
blue and grace of complicated workmanship 
which set all expectations at naught, and all the 
June winds blow; and through all, the bells of 
love ring out their golden happy clamor to the 
heart, I call it a June Idyl and no one is compe- 
tent to arise and say me “Nay.” 
A June Idyl shall this scene be set down in 
my memory for the reach of years which we 
name Life: and then for that sunnier reach of 
years which God and his angels name Life Ever- 
lasting. 
