June <br /> <br /> <br />The high grass waves, with varied hues <br /> Of wild flowers glowing 'mid the green; <br />The woods have caught a deeper shade, <br /> And darkly skirt the distant scene. <br /> <br />The white-throat sings from every brake <br /> The blackbird breathes a sweet reply; <br />The lark's shrill fairy notes awake <br /> The echoes of his native sky: <br /> <br />The pale wild rose is blushing near; <br /> And clinging tendrils round it twine, <br />That throw their gay and graceful wreaths <br /> In many a varied waving line. <br /> <br />There tremble on the slender stem <br /> The barley's rich and bending heads; <br />And here the pea, in winged bloom, <br /> Along the air its fragrance sheds. <br /> <br />I cannot smile, though all the scene <br /> Is gay in Nature's brightest guise; <br />I think on hours that once have been, <br /> And clouds o'er all the landscape rise. <br /> <br /> <br />And can no charm that nature knows <br /> The fatal power of grief destroy? <br />Ah, no! in vain each beauty glows <br /> When mem'ry has no gleam of joy!<br /><br />Louisa Stuart Costello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memory-14/
