“In June we picked the clover, And sea-shells in July: There was no silence at the door, No word from the sky. A hand came out of August And flicked his life away: We had not time to bargain, mope, Moralize, or pray.” DeathSummerJuneJulyAugustSeashells Book:Overtures to Death and Other Poems Source: Overtures to Death and Other Poems
“Is it birthday weather for you, dear soul? Is it fine your way, With tall moon-daisies alight, and the mole Busy, and elegant hares at play By meadow paths where once you would stroll In the flush of day?” WeatherBirthdayJuneHaresMolesBirthdaysThomas HardyHareMoleBirthday Poem For Thomas HardyBirthday WeatherJune 2June Second Book:The Complete Poems of C. Day Lewis Source: The Complete Poems of C. Day Lewis
