Helen Hunt Jackson - June Quotes

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O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,
What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn
Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn
Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire
The streams than under ice. June could not hire
Her roses to forego the strength they learn
In sleeping on thy breast.

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The voice of one who goes before, to make
The paths of June more beautiful, is thine
Sweet May!

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O suns and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October's bright blue weather... Love loveth best of all the year
October's bright blue weather.

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