LITTLE Maid Marion, Rose in June, What breath of prophecy comes and goes, And stirs your heart like a vagrant tune Till the deepening bloom on your soft cheek glows, And your blue eyes shine like the morning sky Just alight with the morning star -- Hopeful and happy and sweet and shy, While day and its glare are yet afar? Have you heard a name that we do not hear And set it to music all your own? Has there come to you in a vision, Dear, A face that only your eyes have known? Or is it still but a wandering voice That whispers you something vague and sweet, Of days of wooing and days of choice, And hearts that meet as the waters meet? Days that will come to you, Rose in June -- Days that will test you and try you and show The sacredest meaning, the secretest tune, Of all that your maidenly heart can know. They will leave you not as they find you, Dear -- The morning star gives place to the sun; But your blue eyes meet me, faithful and clear, I can trust your soul, when the dream is done. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMERICA (1) by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE GRASSHOPPER AND THE CRICKET by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DRIFTER OFF TARENTUM by RUDYARD KIPLING THE SOUND OF THE SEA; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR TO A COUNTRY HOTEL TOWEL by ELMER CLEVELAND ADAMS |