What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.

Quote by Gertrude

Topics: Summer Love Quotes

To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie...True Poems...

To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie...True Poems...

In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite...

In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite...

Oh, the summer night Has a smile of light And she sits on a sapphire...

Oh, the summer night Has a smile of light And she sits on a sapphire...

I question not if thrushes sing, If roses load the air; Beyond my heart I...

I question not if thrushes sing, If roses load the air; Beyond my heart I...

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy...

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy...

If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.

If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible...

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible...

In June, as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single...

In June, as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single...

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild...

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild...

Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.

Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.