Sunday, June 08, 2008

A Day in June


From The Vision of Sir Launfal by James Russell Lowell

And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays;
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;
Every clod feels a stir of might,
An instinct within it that reaches and towers,
And, groping blindly above it for light,
Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers.

That's how it's been this afternoon despite the bumble bees - sitting in the sun. reading and drinking a Kir Royale. Just one thing: when I had to recite the above at Sunday school after 'glisten' it was:

'Here in the summer night the spirit waits the silence, the????? and the moonlight.'

Mind you the minister's wife was very romantic so maybe she put in her own two pennorth?




5 comments:

Jean-Luc Picard said...

The sun looks pretty good today.

Michele sent me.

kenju said...

This June day over here is fairly rare, since at 1 pm, it is already 100*. Makes me wonder what August will be like!

PI said...

Judy: hope you can keep cool. It's been a perfect 70 today.

Eryl Shields said...

What a lovely image I have of you sitting in the sun with a drink and a book.

PI said...

eryl : that must have been the calm before the storm. Today has been the pits.