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A bird in the boughs sang "June," _x000D__x000D_And "June" hummed a bee _x000D__x000D_In a Bacchic glee _x000D__x000D_As he tumbled over and over _x000D__x000D_Drunk with the honey-dew.

Long about knee-deep in June,_x000D__x000D_'Bout the time strewberries melts_x000D__x000D_On the vine.

The end of spring- the poet is brooding about editors.

The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;_x000D__x000D_He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate._x000D__x000D_And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,_x000D__x000D_And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow. _x000D__x000D_Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;_x000D__x000D_The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,_x000D__x000D_And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;_x000D__x000D_But there is no joy in Mudville, mighty Casey has struck out.

The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by. As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.

Oh that it were with me_x000D__x000D_As with the flower;_x000D__x000D_Blooming on its own tree_x000D__x000D_For butterfly and bee_x000D__x000D_Its summer morns:_x000D__x000D_That I might bloom mine hour _x000D__x000D_A rose in spite of thorns._x000D__x000D__x000D_Oh that my work were done_x000D__x000D_As birds' that soar_x000D__x000D_Rejoicing in the sun:_x000D__x000D_That when my time is run_x000D__x000D_And daylight too,_x000D__x000D_I so might rest once more_x000D__x000D_Cool with refreshing dew.

For summer there, bear in mind, is a loitering gossip, that only begins to talk of leaving when September rises to go.

Peacefully_x000D__x000D_The quiet stars came out, one after one;_x000D__x000D_The holy twilight fell upon the sea,_x000D__x000D_The summer day was done.

In these divine pleasures permitted to me of walks in the June night under moon and stars, I can put my life as a fact before me and stand aloof from its honor and shame.

Love is to the heart what the summer is to the farmer's year. It brings to harvest all the loveliest flowers of the soul.

He was in love with life as an ant on a summer blade of grass.

No price is set on the lavish summer;_x000D__x000D_June may be had by the poorest comer.

I question not if thrushes sing,_x000D__x000D_If roses load the air;_x000D__x000D_Beyond my heart I need not reach_x000D__x000D_When all is summer there.

This June, I'll travel once again to the Food and Wine Magazine Classic in Aspen, Colorado. For many years, my dear friend Julia Child and I have teamed up to teach classes together at the event; for the past seven years, my daughter, Claudine, has been my cooking partner on stage.

This is a ridiculous heat wave we're in right now, and to contribute, Newt Gingrich said that for the entire month of June, he will stop blowing hot air.

Spring has many American faces. There are cities where it will come and go in a day and counties where it hangs around and never quite gets there. Summer is drawn blinds in Louisiana, long winds in Wyoming, shade of elms and maples in New England.

The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to literature, summer the tissues and the blood.

And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.

Of all the wonders of nature, a tree in summer is perhaps the most remarkable; with the possible exception of a moose singing 'Embraceable You' in spats.

Many Americans follow pro basketball from November through June, for reasons that I found unexplainable, other than the fact that they were overly fascinated with soaring armpits.

It will be undertaken, of course, in the June or July summit, and then to bring NATO closer to Russia or vice versa is a way to move toward integration - toward the integration of Europe.