What Is So Rare As A Day In June - By James Russell Lowell
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;
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;
Every clod feels a stir of might,
An instinct within it that reaches and towers,
And, groping blindly above it for light,
Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;
The flush of life may well be seen
Thrilling back over hills and valleys;
The cowslip startles in meadows green,
The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,
And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean
To be some happy creature's palace;
The little bird sits at his door in the sun,
Atilt like a blossom among the leaves,
And lets his illumined being o'errun
With the deluge of summer it receives;
His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,
And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings;
He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,
In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best? - More...
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- American poet, critic, and editor, James Russell Lowell was born in Cambridge, Mass. in 1819. He attended Harvard and earned a B.A. but gave up Law for Literature. In 1838 he married Maria White, an abolitionist and liberal, who encouraged him in his work. His poems 'A Fable for Critics' (1848), 'The Vision of Sir Launfal' (1848), and 'The Bigelow Papers' (1848, written in Yankee dialect) brought him notoriety as a poet and critic. In 1855, Lowell became professor of modern languages at Harvard, a position he held until 1876. In addition to teaching, he served as first editor (1857–61) of the Atlantic Monthly and later (1864–72) of the North American Review. https://allpoetry.com/poem/14329780-What-Is-So-Rare-As-A-Day-In-June-by-James-Russell-Lowell
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