On this June day the buds in my garden
are almost as enchanting as the open flowers.
Things in bud bring,
in the heat of a June noontide,
the recollection of the loveliest days of the year
- those days of May when all is suggested, nothing yet fulfilled.
Francis King
are almost as enchanting as the open flowers.
Things in bud bring,
in the heat of a June noontide,
the recollection of the loveliest days of the year
- those days of May when all is suggested, nothing yet fulfilled.
Francis King
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