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Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse.  1912.
 
William Cullen Bryant. 1794–1878
 
19. June
 
I GAZED upon the glorious sky 
  And the green mountains round, 
And thought that when I came to lie 
  At rest within the ground, 
'T were pleasant, that in flowery June,         5
When brooks send up a cheerful tune, 
  And groves a joyous sound, 
The sexton's hand, my grave to make, 
The rich, green mountain-turf should break. 
  
A cell within the frozen mould,  10
  A coffin borne through sleet, 
And icy clods above it rolled, 
  While fierce the tempests beat— 
Away!—I will not think of these— 
Blue be the sky and soft the breeze,  15
  Earth green beneath the feet, 
And be the damp mould gently pressed 
Into my narrow place of rest. 
  
There through the long, long summer hours 
  The golden light should lie,  20
And thick young herbs and groups of flowers 
  Stand in their beauty by. 
The oriole should build and tell 
His love-tale close beside my cell; 
  The idle butterfly  25
Should rest him there, and there be heard 
The housewife bee and humming-bird. 
  
And what if cheerful shouts at noon 
  Come, from the village sent, 
Or song of maids, beneath the moon  30
  With fairy laughter blent? 
And what if, in the evening light, 
Betrothèd lovers walk in sight 
  Of my low monument? 
I would the lovely scene around  35
Might know no sadder sight nor sound. 
  
I know that I no more should see 
  The season's glorious show, 
Nor would its brightness shine for me, 
  Nor its wild music flow;  40
But if, around my place of sleep, 
The friends I love should come to weep, 
  They might not haste to go. 
Soft airs, and song, and light, and bloom 
Should keep them lingering by my tomb.  45
  
These to their softened hearts should bear 
  The thought of what has been, 
And speak of one who cannot share 
  The gladness of the scene; 
Whose part, in all the pomp that fills  50
The circuit of the summer hills, 
  Is that his grave is green; 
And deeply would their hearts rejoice 
To hear again his living voice. 
 
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