******** CAMBRIDGE JUNE SKY ********

                                                                                   

                                        AND what is so rare as a day in June?

                                           Then, if ever, come perfect days;

                                            Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,

                                  And over it softly her warm ear lays; 

 

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                                            Now is the high-tide of the year,

                                  And whatever of life hath ebbed away

                                           Comes flooding back with a ripply cheer,

                                 Into every bare inlet and creek and bay;