Thursday, 13 June 2013
Let me contrast you with the month of June,
It is less gorgeous and more boisterous;
Your plantlets flourish in your constant noon
And, by God’s grace, always you are with us.
Your beauty never gives excessive heat
And clouds can never shroud your lovely face;
The flavour of your love remains as sweet
While fate or time do not reduce your grace.
But June will pass, its fruit will suffer harm,
And all its memory will drift away;
Life will regret the wasting of its charms
Since it must dwindle to its final day.
While air fills peoples’ lungs, and sun their sights,
This verse will tell of you and your delights.