As the flight of a planet enkindled

Seems thy far soft flight

Now May's reign has dwindled

And the crescent of June takes light

And the presence of summer is here, and the hope of a welcomer presence in sight.

Wind, sweet-souled, great-hearted

Southwest wind on the wold!

From us is a glory departed

That now shall return as of old,

Borne back on thy wings as an eagle's expanding, and crowned with the sundawn's gold.

There is not a flower but rejoices,

There is not a leaf but has heard:

All the fields find voices,

All the woods are stirred:

There is not a nest but is brighter because of the coming of one bright bird.

Out of dawn and morning,

Noon and afternoon,

The sun to the world gives warning

Of news that brightens the moon;

And the stars all night exult with us, hearing of joy that shall come with June.

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