Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By Henry CuylerBunner1229 To a June Breeze
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Impatient to be free,
In this dull time of heats
My love takes wings to flee:
Leave thou this idle Town
And hunt Her down.
By Sea or Mountain-side,
Make thou thy airy Way,
If there She bide;
If sea-spray kiss Her face;
Or hills find grace.
On Sands or under Trees,
Say that I wait in doubt,
To melt with love, or freeze:
Nor yet hath Summer stirred,
But waits Her word.
These ways so dusty-dry,
With their poor song-shunned Trees,
Shall ring with Melody;
And turn Love’s Wilderness,
If She say Yes.
That She will naught of me,
Tell Her the Winter’s snow
Shall strip the greenest tree:
One only Frost I fear—
She makes my year.
That She remember
She makes my March or May,
June or December—
If the new Blossoms freeze,
Hers it is but to say,—
Pray Her that so She please—
Pray Her remember!