June in the City

This rock-rummed Northern land is ringed with bloom —
Each night the warm sky hovers soft and low
Above young strolling lovers, — and I know
That on far beaches drives the sea-salt spume.

Oh for a strength of flowering to thrust
Green leaves up through this iron city street!
Brown thrushes in the twilight, and a sweet
Clean wind to sweep the dim stars free from dust!
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