Here you will find the Poem [Month of] June of poet Hilaire Belloc
Rise up, and do begin the day's adorning; The Summer dark is but the dawn of day. The last of sunset fades into the morning, The morning calls you from the dark away. The holy mist, the white mist of the morning, Was wreathing upward on my lonely way. The way was waiting for your own adorning That should complete the broad adorned day. Rise up, and do begin the day's adorning; The little eastern clouds are dapple grey: There will be wind among the leaves to-day; It is the very promise of the morning. Lux Tua Via Mea: your light's my way - Then do rise up and make it perfect day.
