I once had a wall calendar - had a gardening theme and was illustrated with watercolors - in 1980 maybe or earlier?? Each month had a poem or scrap of poetry and the few lines used describing the month of June really struck me as being like a distilled essence - thought it may have been Wadsworth or Longfellow, but probably not as all my searching in those quarters has availed nothing, does anyone ring a bell here?
Could it be "For what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect
days." From The Vision of Sir Launfal. What is it was "Plaugue! Ef there ain't
somepin' in work at kind 'o' goes agin' my convictions! Long about here in June
especially, under some old apple tree, jest a restin' through and through, I could
git along without nothin' else at all to do, jest a wishin' you was a gittin' there like
me, and June was eternity." James Whitcomb Riley's Knee Deep in June.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote "The Poet's Calendar" which consists of one eight line poem for each month. Here is June:
Mine is the Month of Roses; yes, and mine
The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights
And scents, the fragrance of the blossoming vine,
The foliage of the valleys and the heights.
Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights;
The mower's scythe makes music to my ear;
I am the mother of all dear delights;
I am the fairest daughter of the year.
Soma, I love Longfellow. Is it true that his wife burned to death, not outright, but
by catching her skirt on fire in the fireplace while reaching for a pot? and then
languishing and suffering horribly for a period of time before dying? I read that
somewhere, and also that that was the second leading cause of death with
pioneer women and, well, Longfellow wasn't a pioneer, but he lived in that time
period. The first leading cause of death was complications due to childbirth.