O crimson-hearted, flower-producing June- <br />Dear month of love, and laughter, and light song! <br />Wherein our mother brings her choral throng <br />To hymn the hymns that sweetest are in tune: <br />Wherein all gaily goes gave soul of wrong <br />That takes to bed quite blinded by the light <br />Of that sweet, sober, gentle queen of night <br />That rules the tides of earth and men-the moon; <br />I love you! for it was beneath your skies <br />I first looked Love into her starry eyes; <br />I love you! for beneath your dome of blue <br />I heard her answer-'And I love you too!' <br />I hate you!-'mid your flowers it was my lot <br />To hear those same lips say-'I love you not!'<br /><br />George Frederick Cameron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/june-29/
