|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|June falls asleep upon her bier of flowers;|
In vain are dew-drops sprinkled oer her;
In vain would fond winds fan her back to life.
Her hours are numbered on the floral dial.
Lucy Larcom.The Death of June, Line 1.
|And what is so rare as a day in June?|
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays.
Lowell.The Vision of Sir Launfal.