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Poem
June 25, 1836
Republican Herald
Providence, Providence County, Rhode Island
What is this article about?
A pastoral poem celebrating the joys of June and summer in a rural setting, describing blooming flowers, playing children, animals at rest, and the serenity of nature, culminating in the speaker's love for musing in such blissful purity.
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'Tis June, 'tis merry smiling June,
'Tis blushing summer now;
The rose is red—the bloom is dead—
The fruit is on the bough.
The bird cage hangs upon the wall,
Amid the clust'ring vine:
The rustic seat is in the porch,
Where honeysuckles twine.
The rosy ragged urchins play
Beneath the glowing sky;
They scoop the sand, or gaily chase
The bee that buzzes by.
The household spaniel flings his length
Along the stone paved hall;
The panting sheep dog seeks the spot
Where leafy shadows fall.
The petted kitten frisks among
The bean flowers' fragrant maze;
Or, basking, throws her dappled form
To court the warmest rays.
The open'd casement, swinging wide,
Geraniums give to view
With choicest posies rang'd between,
Still wet with morning dew.
The mower whistles o'er his toil,
The em'rald grass must yield;
The scythe is out, the swarth is down,
There's incense in the field.
Oh! how I love to calmly muse
In such an hour as this:
To nurse the joy Creation gives,
In purity and bliss.
'Tis blushing summer now;
The rose is red—the bloom is dead—
The fruit is on the bough.
The bird cage hangs upon the wall,
Amid the clust'ring vine:
The rustic seat is in the porch,
Where honeysuckles twine.
The rosy ragged urchins play
Beneath the glowing sky;
They scoop the sand, or gaily chase
The bee that buzzes by.
The household spaniel flings his length
Along the stone paved hall;
The panting sheep dog seeks the spot
Where leafy shadows fall.
The petted kitten frisks among
The bean flowers' fragrant maze;
Or, basking, throws her dappled form
To court the warmest rays.
The open'd casement, swinging wide,
Geraniums give to view
With choicest posies rang'd between,
Still wet with morning dew.
The mower whistles o'er his toil,
The em'rald grass must yield;
The scythe is out, the swarth is down,
There's incense in the field.
Oh! how I love to calmly muse
In such an hour as this:
To nurse the joy Creation gives,
In purity and bliss.
What sub-type of article is it?
Pastoral
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
June
Summer
Rural Scene
Nature Description
Pastoral Bliss
Creation Joy
Poem Details
Key Lines
'Tis June, 'Tis Merry Smiling June,
'Tis Blushing Summer Now;
The Rose Is Red—The Bloom Is Dead—
The Fruit Is On The Bough.
Oh! How I Love To Calmly Muse
In Such An Hour As This:
To Nurse The Joy Creation Gives,
In Purity And Bliss.