Fields of Gold

What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade. ~Gertrude Jekyll

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, 

So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

~William Shakespeare

T'is now the summer of your youth.
Time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, 

though sorrow long has washed them. ~Edward Moore