June 29th <br /> <br /> <br />Beneath the lime trees in the garden <br />High above the town, <br />The scent of whose suspended bloom <br />Entranced the air with warm perfume <br />I stood, and watched the river flowing, <br />Flowing smooth and brown. <br /> <br />The heat of all the summer sunshine <br />Centred in the skies, <br />Beneath its spell the city's towers <br />Grew dreamy, and the climbing flowers <br />Upon the balconies hung limply <br />Down, with closing eyes. <br /> <br />Some drowsy pigeons cooed together <br />On the nearer eaves, <br />Gnats danced, and one big foolish bee <br />Grown honey-drunk, bumped into me, <br />And ere he buzzed a lazy protest <br />Fell amid the leaves. <br /> <br />A bell began to chime, I watched it <br />Swinging to and fro, <br />It made a solemn, pious sound, <br />While flippant swallows, darting round <br />To peer within the ancient belfrey <br />Soared now high, now low. <br /> <br />Time passed, and still I stayed to ponder <br />Through the afternoon, <br />Within my brain the golden haze <br />Wrought magic musings, and my gaze <br />Bent inward could behold no image <br />Save the form of June.<br /><br />Radclyffe Hall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-meissen/
