Dark red roses in a honey'd wind swinging
Silk soft holly hock, coloured like the moon,
Larks high overhead lost in light, and singing
that's the way of June.
Dark red roses in the warm wind falling,
Velvet leaf by velvet leaf,
all the breathless noon;
Far off sea waves calling, calling, calling,
that's the way of June.
Sweet as scarlet strawberry
under wet leaves hidden,
Honey'd as the damask rose,
lavish as the moon,
Shedding lovely light on things forgotten,
hope forbidden, that's the way of June,
the way,
the way of June.