Alex Hynd-Lindsay 
Sweet June [PDF ebook] 

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. I 0 come, sweet June! For I’m aweary of the frost and snow; The cold gray mists the Sleeping hill-tops screen. I long to see again a blossom grow. O come, sweet June! And weave thy magic green.