June

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     I GAZED upon the glorious sky
     And the green mountains round
     And thought that when I came to lie
     At rest within the ground
     'T were pleasant that in flowery June 5
     When brooks send up a cheerful tune
     And groves a joyous sound
     The sexton's hand my grave to make
     The rich green mountain-turf should break.
     A cell within the frozen mould 10
     A coffin borne through sleet
     And icy clods above it rolled
     While fierce the tempests beat—
     Away!—I will not think of these—
     Blue be the sky and soft the breeze 15
     Earth green beneath the feet
     And be the damp mould gently pressed
     Into my narrow place of rest.
     There through the long long summer hours
     The golden light should lie 20
     And thick young herbs and groups of flowers
     Stand in their beauty by.
     The oriole should build and tell
     His love-tale close beside my cell;
     The idle butterfly 25
     Should rest him there and there be heard
     The housewife bee and humming-bird.
     And what if cheerful shouts at noon
     Come from the village sent
     Or song of maids beneath the moon 30
     With fairy laughter blent?
     And what if in the evening light
     Betrothèd lovers walk in sight
     Of my low monument?
     I would the lovely scene around 35
     Might know no sadder sight nor sound.
     I know that I no more should see
     The season's glorious show
     Nor would its brightness shine for me
     Nor its wild music flow; 40
     But if around my place of sleep
     The friends I love should come to weep
     They might not haste to go.
     Soft airs and song and light and bloom
     Should keep them lingering by my tomb. 45
     These to their softened hearts should bear
     The thought of what has been
     And speak of one who cannot share
     The gladness of the scene;
     Whose part in all the pomp that fills 50
     The circuit of the summer hills
     Is that his grave is green;
     And deeply would their hearts rejoice
     To hear again his living voice.