June twenty-first, I soon shall see,
shall stretch into the hours wee,
and much of it shall glow with day
though clouds have stolen light away.
No evening comes, nor shall embrace
the joy of warmth and sunshine grace;
no stars shall snatch away the sun
that glows upon horizons dun,
no darkness shall claim day-bright lawns
or bring dread drowse on does and fawns,
on rabbit clutches, braver now
that shadows form 'neath piney bough.
No, no, the day shall not end yet
though moon appears and sun shall set.
Away! Away! Your velvet train
shall not be seen by me again,
I, you, Lord Night, your reign defy
all all your presence now...deny.
Blessings,
Parm
