Rendezvous

But one more month and I shall be

Wrapt in a shadow'd harmony

Of leaves and buds and crinkly moss,

Above me tangled boughs will toss,

And all about

Unfurl'd for me,

Uncurl'd for me,

The fern's unhurried rout.

But one more month so soon,

Wait for me, June, my June.

The birds, live cups of singing wine,

Of their tall stems of larch and pine

Will brim for me the glad day long

The solace of their bubbling song.

The nightingale

Will trill for me,

Will spill for me

Her shy, exultant grail;

But one more month so soon,

Wait for me, June, my June!

Bring me your revelling fields and woods,

Your hills and lakes of solemn moods;

Gather the stars, fresh pluck'd and sweet,

Scatter them there where we two meet.

I bring to you

Still near to me,

Still dear to me

My ancient grief still new.

But one more month so soon,

Wait for me, June, my June!