The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1879-06-19
ONE JUNE MORNING.

H'm thinking now of time, my friend
How many summers ago! ~
I'm the mornings dewy prime my tr1endy
The Junes young glow;
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That morn when and tue girl that dled, "a
Happy hearted, tendereyed, N M
Sat side by side, sat side by side, Ass
And whispered low. t E@
Oh those young June daysl Ss
God never made aughts so rare; @ NN
Glamour of silvern haze, k# Asa
Fragrance in earth and air; II
Each bird founta1nof praise, 4 49,
Each flower prayer. - MA
And those hearts OF ours, those hearts or ours !@
They were gadder than birds, they were sweeter
than flowers;
God looked not down that summer day
$fAn aIight SO tender and pure as they.
DER her work my darling bent,
Lowly. lowly;
Waited while the minutes went
A Slowly, slowly.
All she knew loved her we'll
Knew had tale to tell i'i'F 4f7til ~ IT'S
In her pinky ear.
Why, ah why, are lovers shy ilitH
When maidens wait with downcast eye, IA. =
WA and none is near?
All, yes, there was not thing but knew; ga
Tue harebell tnkled its bell Of blue, 8dl G8V
But the saucy thrush on the fbongh that swung,b1
Boldly he stared, and archly sung, +t. .~n :
And babbled the tale with wanton tongue 90 y
70 every bird on On the spray,1a iGaQts2s
Al length, they came, a word,or two--gqJss
Simple words 9'''
Which none o'elheard but a bird or two
Flowers and birds.
Slowly my darling raised her head; FL ~
Never a word the sweet lips said, t ~
But flower cheeks bf6ssomed ripper red, d. 'i!t.
And the iash9s were bright and PIE Wild
as two young souls in a long kiss met-ysa gIll
A Kiss whose melody haunts me yet
nJto,n 1,ol1x 1,nfr ,no1sc
p And then, from his nest hard by. 7ad elggd
lark upsprung,e t--s. q No.
ndquivered into the sky,
slps And sung and sung. tHg4 ## 80 Is
The noisiest babbler held his breath,
And the wind and the trees stood still as death,
10 list 70 me rap rapture aeep ana strons .h9
All me- that strain, that tranced strain
1t shivered and died and shrilied again,
I'm yearning, and bliss, and exquisite pain;
1t pierced my heart, it stung my brain, tkoEIO
1t walked the tears like summer rain, So
8H 1t made me long to die; "' |J'
Her hand to the last held fond and fast, ~
And my rapt face turned to the sky.
Iheard the lark sing yesterday 80 e.
ar, From his grassy nest hard by:3 I0R Ii
He quivered away in the morning gray,
land lost himselfin the sky. vn. Is sl4
He sang once more that self-same air;
But, all for the rapture. the vast despair, 81
The passionate pain it had passed from there;
or His heart was sere and dry. % '' @tst
He never will sing again, ali. mol .sp AZ
AS he sung in that summer of long ago. y.
For the world grows old, grows old, my friend,
And the Junes have turned so cold, my friend, W
And there fingers smell of mold, my friend,
And rotting leaves; HfTGE , III Y9H 81.
And he thinks of those days of gold, my friend,
And grieves, and grieves. y 1. " d" -
ax1 never again will he sing such a strain
of passonate strength and glow, 3C.lG ..
As the strain he sung when we both were young
How many summers ago? ii' III it}. '&
As the strain he snng in the blithe Junetide,
When and my darling sat side by side, i" /"
and the dear little heart that died tyt.,y al.
How many summers ago? W" i'-" '''
All, fifty summers ago my friend. .,.,i {.,T fsasr
Fifty summers ago!
-HarpeTs Bdsdr.t .ot ffei901 Iif o.