Proud insolent June with burning lips
Holds riot now from sea to sea,
And shod in sovran gold is she.
To the full flood of reaping slips
The seeding-tide by God’ s decree,
Proud insolent June with burning lips
Holds riot now from sea to sea.
And all the goodly fellowships
Of bird and bloom and beast and tree
Are gallant of her company —
Proud insolent June with burning lips
Holds riot now from sea to sea,
And shod in sovran gold is she.