The Nights of June
“Did you see that?” said the rose
To the moon;
“No; a cloud went over my face
Too soon.”
“What was it you saw?” to the rose
Said the moon;
(The night was a night of delight;
The time—was June.)
The pink rose trembled, and hung
Her head;
“I never could gossip of them,”
She said.
“But only watch,” said the rose
To the moon,
“When the cloud has gone by!” … The wind
Hummed a tune.
“God bless the cloud!” said the man
To the maid,
As they paused alone by the rose
In the shade.
“Oh, hush—here’s a rose,” cried the maid
To the man;
“It might see and hear! Do you think
It can?”
(Oh, the nights and the dear delights
Of June!)
“Did you see that?” called the rose
To the moon.
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