Poetry of Kansas
 

The Month Of Roses.

Whence comes this mist of sweet perfume of fragrant
            blooming roses
That fills the air at early dawn and after daylight closes,
When through the day the song bird sings and in the
            night reposes?
Tis June, the fairest month of all, bright June, the
            month of roses.
The sky has changed its grayish hue for that of deepest
            azure,
And fleecy clouds are floating o'er and dancing as in
            pleasure;
While near these fairy clouds are seen great Alps of
            cloudland glory,
Where sunbeams darting to and fro mount each lofty
            story,
When comes this grandeur in the skies that in winter
            time reposes?
In June, the fairest month of all, bright June, the
            month of roses.
The trees spread out their leafy boughs, the meadows
            bloom with flowers;
The air is cooled, the dust is laid by calm, refreshing
            showers;
The sun is up at early morn __ his eyes he scarcely closes,
For sunny June is with us now, fair June, the month
            of roses.
The yellow rose blooms, .the white, pink, red in prairie,
            field and garden,
And for the number and variety seem to ask your
            pardon;
Their rich perfume so fills the air, the world seems
            naught but roses;
A rosy crown they've made for June, and crowned her
            Queen of Roses.

__Elva May Root.

Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)
Page 69

 
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