Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.
June
June falls asleep upon her bier of flowers;
In vain are dew-drops sprinkled o’er her;
In vain would fond winds fan her back to life.
Her hours are numbered on the floral dial.
Lucy Larcom.—The Death of June, Line 1.
And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays.
Lowell.—The Vision of Sir Launfal.