36 Bird Day Book 



IN JUNE 



CAN this be true, this golden summer time, 

 With dewy roses making sweet the dreamy June, 

 And soft winds playing tho' the tender leaves 



While drift the glowing stars and ghostly moon ? 

 The sleeping flowers are pale to silver gray, 

 Can this be summer time : And you away ? 



The shadows in the pines play hide and seek, 

 The warm air with their fragrance slowly fills, 



The nesting birds are still, with folded wings; 

 The somber mists of night shut out the hills. 



Can all this dreamy time pass swift away? 



Will June not wait your coming, dear, one day? 



— June Paget Davies. 



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THE ENCHANTMENT 



I WONDER how the robin's throat 

 Hath caught the rain's sweet dripping note, 

 That little falling, pelting sound, 

 Liquidly clear and crystal round. 

 The very heart-tune of the Spring, 

 Enchanted of the sky and ground, 

 That conjures life from everything. 



No ancient, age-worn witchery, 



No incantation, could set free 



The fast-bound dead ; yet here each day, 



Robin and rain in mystic way 



Bring life back greenly ; ah, and now 



One's heart and pulse obey 



That lure of music ! Listen now 



