Shall I Find Them at Last

Who will tell me where beauty goes
When gone is the bloom from the June hedge-rose?
Where is the path the lost dreams take
That whisper beyond the willow brake?
When I search in vain on earthly sod,
Shall I find them at last in the garden of God?

Of a June Night

I heard you calling
In the velvet-contralto voice
Of a June night--
The silence of doubt was pierced
By shining javelins of faith
That touched knowledge
And fathomed immensity:
Time, space ... eternity ... and God.

I heard you calling
And my dream, joy-inflated,
Burst into myriad bubbles of reality,
Each one a star.

Miracle of June

I never knew how lovely June could be

Wearing a lei of roses as she danced

Along my winding paths of stepping stones

Till I returned and saw her beauty-robed

Through city-weary eyes. I laughed with her

To see a butterfly of silver poised

With wings uplifted on an Iris bloom

Of palest pink. With her I stood beneath

A blossoming apple tree and heard the song

Of love and mating from a lark's glad throat;

Then listened to the rhythmic melody

The little river sang. I filled her arms

With lilacs; wove a coronet

Of Lily of the Valley for her hair.

Beneath the old Black Willow I forgot

Enchaining years and tripped the bridal waltz.

Till I returned with city-weary heart,

I never knew the miracle of June.