A sky full of blue and an earth spread with green,
With fleecy white clouds softly floating between,
With trees full of leaves and of songsters in tune,
Oh! What can this be but our beautiful June?
She throws out her signal o'er garden and wall,
She tosses her banner of roses to all;
No matter what scenes or how sweetly attune,
A month without roses could never be June.
—Sarah E. Howard, 1888