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Poem
June 21, 1849
Lynchburg Virginian
Lynchburg, Virginia
What is this article about?
A lyrical ode celebrating the arrival of June, describing its natural beauties including birdsong, blooming flowers, cooling streams, and evening skies, evoking joy and harmony in the rural landscape.
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Pontegal,
From the National Magazine.
JUNE.
BY MRS. CATHERINE A. WARFIELD.
The golden summer month is come,
Farewell to rosy May;
How sweet in moonlight nights in June
To hear the fountains play.
Beside the cooling stream the kine
At mid-day faintly low,
And far and near the dusty roads
Hot in the sunbeams glow.
At morning you can hear the birds,
From out the fragrant wood,
Breaking with thousand gleesome notes,
The night's deep solitude:
While every breeze that dallies by,
A flood of perfume brings
From dewy grass and blooming flowers
Upon its cooling wings.
At eve the crescent moon appears,
Behind the wooded hill.
And one by one the gentle stars
Peep o'er the ancient mill;
High up against the sybil sky
The topmost leaf moves light,
And with mysterious voice the brook
Sings through the quiet night.
The golden summer month has come—A thousand sweets are found—
The woodbine blossoms on the porch,
And roses bloom around.
The winds, the birds, the leaves, the streams,
All things rejoice in tune,
Oh! there is nothing half so gay
As the golden month of June!
From the National Magazine.
JUNE.
BY MRS. CATHERINE A. WARFIELD.
The golden summer month is come,
Farewell to rosy May;
How sweet in moonlight nights in June
To hear the fountains play.
Beside the cooling stream the kine
At mid-day faintly low,
And far and near the dusty roads
Hot in the sunbeams glow.
At morning you can hear the birds,
From out the fragrant wood,
Breaking with thousand gleesome notes,
The night's deep solitude:
While every breeze that dallies by,
A flood of perfume brings
From dewy grass and blooming flowers
Upon its cooling wings.
At eve the crescent moon appears,
Behind the wooded hill.
And one by one the gentle stars
Peep o'er the ancient mill;
High up against the sybil sky
The topmost leaf moves light,
And with mysterious voice the brook
Sings through the quiet night.
The golden summer month has come—A thousand sweets are found—
The woodbine blossoms on the porch,
And roses bloom around.
The winds, the birds, the leaves, the streams,
All things rejoice in tune,
Oh! there is nothing half so gay
As the golden month of June!
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
Pastoral
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
June
Summer
Nature
Birds
Flowers
Streams
Moonlight
What entities or persons were involved?
By Mrs. Catherine A. Warfield
Poem Details
Title
June
Author
By Mrs. Catherine A. Warfield
Subject
Description Of The Month Of June
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
The Golden Summer Month Is Come,
Farewell To Rosy May;
How Sweet In Moonlight Nights In June
To Hear The Fountains Play.
The Winds, The Birds, The Leaves, The Streams,
All Things Rejoice In Tune,
Oh! There Is Nothing Half So Gay
As The Golden Month Of June!