The fountain murmuring of sleep, 
A drowsy tune; 
The flickering green of leaves that keep 
The light of June; 
Peace, through a slumbering afternoon, 
The peace of June. 

A waiting ghost, in the blue sky, 
The white curved moon; 
June, hushed and breathless, waits, and I 
Wait too, with June; 
Come, through the lingering afternoon, 
Soon, love, come soon.