A JUNE DAY. The Owl that, watching in the barn, The little beast within his stretch Then starts, and seizes on the wretch! A JUNE DAY. BUTLER. HO has not dream'd a world of bliss, On a bright sunny noon like this, With comrade of his boyish days, While all around them seem'd to be Just as in joyous infancy? Who has not loved, at such an hour, Upon that heath, in birchen bower, Lull'd in the poet's dreamy mood, Its wild and sunny solitude? |