A June
by Marguerite Alvis Venable
A shining round of days has rolled away,
With perfect fullness blessed, of summer gold,
And laughter in the sun, and dreaming song
And eyes to seek my own and arms to hold:
A round of yellow summer lost to me,
A ring dropped carelessly into the grass
Of all my verdant years, to shimmer there
In gold perfection when I turn and pass.