Classic Poem

June is a gladsome month that gaily comes
In fragrant gown of many colord blooms
Some passing sweet & some of gaudy sort
Corn popys scarlet as the hunters coat
& blue caps freckling in the rustling corn
All find a place her graces to adorn
& in her hair bound up with spirey sedge
Dew sprinkld roseys bloom from every hedge
& thus attird she wins the shepherds eye
Who on her bosom hourly loves to lye
By fragrant haycocks or an easy bed
Of long green grasses by some fountain head
Were shady willows lean in cool repose
Or moss'd brig wall its ancient shadow throws.