Top 100 Poems About: JUNE


In this page, poems on / about “june” are listed.
  • 1.
    A Memory Of June

    When June comes dancing o'er the death of May,
    With scarlet roses tinting her green breast,
    And mating thrushes ushering in her day,
    And Earth on tiptoe for her golden guest, read more »

    Claude McKay
  • 2.
    June

    I gazed upon the glorious sky
    And the green mountains round,
    And thought that when I came to lie
    At rest within the ground, read more »

    William Cullen Bryant
  • 3.
    Knee-Deep In June

    Tell you what I like the best --
    'Long about knee-deep in June,
    'Bout the time strawberries melts
    On the vine, -- some afternoon read more »

    James Whitcomb Riley
  • 4.
    In Fountain Court

    The fountain murmuring of sleep,
    A drowsy tune;
    The flickering green of leaves that keep
    The light of June; read more »

    Arthur Symons
  • 5.
    A June-Tide Echo

    After a Richter Concert.


    In the long, sad time, when the sky was grey, read more »

    Amy Levy
  • 6.
    June

    Paula is digging and shaping the loam of a salvia,
    Scarlet Chinese talker of summer.
    Two petals of crabapple blossom blow fallen in Paula's
    hair, read more »

    Carl Sandburg
  • 7.
    June

    Last June I saw your face three times;
    Three times I touched your hand;
    Now, as before, May month is o'er,
    And June is in the land. read more »

    Amy Levy
  • 8.
    A Night In June

    Lady! in this night of June
    Fair like thee and holy,
    Art thou gazing at the moon
    That is rising slowly? read more »

    Alfred Austin
  • 9.
    June Nights

    In summer, when day has fled, the plain covered with flowers
    Pours out far away an intoxicating scent;
    Eyes shut, ears half open to noises, read more »

    Victor Marie Hugo
  • 10.
    Picnic-Time

    It's June ag'in, an' in my soul I feel the fillin' joy
    That's sure to come this time o' year to every little boy;
    For, every June, the Sunday-schools at picnics may be seen,
    Where "fields beyont the swellin' floods stand dressed in livin' green"; read more »

    Eugene Field
  • 11.
    A Calendar Of Sonnets: June

    O month whose promise and fulfilment blend,
    And burst in one! it seems the earth can store
    In all her roomy house no treasure more;
    Of all her wealth no farthing have to spend read more »

    Helen Hunt Jackson
  • 12.
    The Garden Of Eros

    IT is full summer now, the heart of June,
    Not yet the sun-burnt reapers are a-stir
    Upon the upland meadow where too soon
    Rich autumn time, the season's usurer,
    Will lend his hoarded gold to all the trees,
    And see his treasure scattered by the wild and spendthrift breeze. read more »

    Oscar Wilde
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