194 CONJUNCTION OF JUPITER AND VENUS. Nations shall put on harness, and shall fall Shall put new strength into thy heart and hand, JUNE. I GAZED upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round; And thought, that when I came to lie Within the silent ground, 'Twere pleasant, that in flowery June, The sexton's hand, my grave to make, A cell within the frozen mould, A coffin borne through sleet, And icy clods above it rolled, While fierce the tempests beat Away! I will not think of these- And be the damp mould gently pressed Into my narrow place of rest. There, through the long, long summer hours, The golden light should lie, And thick young herbs and groups of flowers Stand in their beauty by. 196 JUNE. The oriole should build and tell His love-tale, close beside my The idle butterfly cell; Should rest him there, and there be heard The housewife-bee and humming-bird. And what if cheerful shouts, at noon, Or songs of maids, beneath the moon, Of my low monument? I would the lovely scene around I know, I know I should not see The season's glorious show, But if, around my place of sleep, The friends I love should come to weep, Soft airs, and song, and light, and bloom, These to their softened hearts should bear The gladness of the scene; JUNE. Whose part, in all the pomp that fills Is that his grave is green; And deeply would their hearts rejoice 17* 197 THE TWO GRAVES. 'Tis a bleak wild hill,-but green and bright In the summer warmth, and the mid-day light; There's the hum of the bee and the chirp of the wren, And the dash of the brook from the alder glen; There's the sound of a bell from the scattered flock, And the shade of the beech lies cool on the rock, And fresh from the west is the free wind's breathThere is nothing here that speaks of death. Far yonder, where orchards and gardens lie, |