June days are dream days,
Blue skies all aglow;
Song-birds are crooning mysterious lays,
Romanies come and go.
June days are dream days,
All of the muses know;
Sunbeams are dancing with shimmering rays,
Wherever streamlets flow.
June days are dream days,
Visions of long ago;
Roses are blooming in all sunny ways,
Lovers are whispering low,
June days are dream days,
Memories tell me so;
Spirit of love-time in sweet summer haze,
Wherever roses grow.
Canada First and Other Poems
1920 Canada First and Other Poems By James A. Ross
When the Sun is winking early
In the gray dawn of the East;
And shines all day in his sleepy way,
His warming rays increased;
When the musk-rat haunts the marshes
All along the silver stream,
And the black-bird’s glee, rings out “ch-wee”
A song like a golden dream;
‘Tis then the pulse of days long gone
Beats strong in every vein,
For the lure of Spring has a captive ring,
And we are young again.
When the velvet grass is sprinkled
With the dandelion’s gold;
And the bumble-bees, “neath the willow trees,
Are growing very bold;
When the chubs and red-fins gambol
Up and down the old mill race,
And the butterflies and the dreamy skies,
Are smiles on Nature’s face;
‘Tis then the memories come once more,
But Time should not complain,
For the lure of Spring has a captive ring,
And we are young again.
Canada First and Other Poems
1920 Canada First and Other Poems By James A. Ross
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