Am trying to find the complete text and author of a poet I memorized years...decades ago! First lines...
And what is so rare as a day in june;
Then, if ever, come perfect days...
when heaven tries earth if it be in tune...
and over it softly her warm ear lays...
Stephen C. Fee
Steve go here:
Thanks for posting this. My grandmother always recited this to me on my birthday -- it has been a long time since I have heard it but still think of it every year around this time. Thanks.
Let's see if we can make that link into a hyperlink:
Post Edited (05-04-04 19:15)
If someone has found the complete text of this beautiful poem, please forward it to me. My grandmother also recited it to me as a child. Thank you, Kate
Jessica, below your post there is a subject heading called "flat view" click on that, then click on the link listed on the post above yours.
It's Wordsworth ...
next lines " whether we look or whether we listen
we hear life murmur or see her glisten.
Every clod feels a stir of might,
An instinct within that reaches and towers......
Again, I memorized it decades ago!!!
E. Sheila, I beg to differ, it is not Wordsworth, but James Russell Lowell:
I, too, grew up with "What is so rare as a day in June?" but had forgotten the author and most of the lines. Since my children and grandchildren seem not to know the poem when I quote it, I tried the internet and find that others also loved it and had forgotten. Kindred spirits!