A Beautiful June Day

 

A cloudless sky, a world of heather,
Purple of foxglove, yellow of broom;
We two among them wading together,
Shaking out honey, treading perfume. Crowds of bees are giddy with clover,         5   Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet Crowds of larks at their matins hang over,   Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet. Jean Ingelow