To June + 

Ah, truant, thou art here again, I see! + 

For in a season of such wretched weather + 

I thought that thou hadst left us altogether, + 

Although I could not choose but fancy thee + 

Skulking about the hill-tops, whence the glee + 

Of thy blue laughter peeped at times, or rather + 

Thy bashful awkwardness, as doubtful whether + 

Thou shouldst be seen in such a company + 

Of ugly runaways, unshapely heaps + 

Of ruffian vapour, broken from restraint + 

Of their slim prison in the ocean deeps. + 

But yet I may not chide: fall to thy books⁠— + 

Fall to immediately without complaint⁠— + 

There they are lying, hills and vales and brooks. + 