With a difference. -- Hamlet WHO saw the June come? Wel-a-day! My neighbor's bushes, one and all, And grew white after God's old way, Behind the garden wall. Who saw the June come? Nay, not she, My neighbor's daughter, slim and shy, Long since she left her father's house, Ere yet the rose was nigh. Last year, last year, there in the sun She stood and smiled. I did not know Which was the whitest thing in June, She, or that bush a-grow. But now; ah, now; yea, now 'tis plain! When folk be dead, how wise we be! God's boughs were black beside her snow; Ah, now; yea, now I see! My neighbor's bushes blow, blow, blow, And blow about his silent door! Ye call that white? Nay, 'tis not so; June has been here before. Ye cannot mock me, blossoms sweet; I know too well your looks of yore; My neighbor knows (yet blow, blow, blow), June has been here before. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHE HEARS THE STORM by THOMAS HARDY THE BLINDED BIRD by THOMAS HARDY HURRAHING IN HARVEST by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS DAYS OF THE MONTH by MOTHER GOOSE TO QUILCA; A COUNTRY HOUSE IN NO GOOD REPAIR by JONATHAN SWIFT |