What Is So Rare As A Day In June?
By Mike • June 19, 2007 • 10 commentsThe quote “What Is So Rare As A Day In June?” may be familiar to most readers (the sentiment certainly is!) but its source is fairly obscure. This line is but a snippet from the most famous work of the poet James Russell Lowell (1819-1891), a member of the gaggle of authors sometimes called the Fireside Poets or the Schoolroom Poets. Some of his more famous colleagues in this group include Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, John Greenleaf Whittier, and Oliver Wendell Holmes. The Vision of Sir Launfal is an impressively lengthy poem that tells the story of an Arthurian knight’s search for the Holy Grail. This work is very religious in tone overall, but Lowell does fit in some keen observations about the value of natural beauty. The following verse, from which the apt quote is taken, is a portion of the Prelude to Part First of a very lengthy poem.
Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us;
The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in,
The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us,
We bargain for the graves we lie in;
At the Devil’s booth are all things sold
Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold;
For a cap and bells our lives we pay,
Bubbles we earn with a whole soul’s tasking:
‘T is heaven alone that is given away,
‘T is only God may be had for the asking;
There is no price set on the lavish summer,
And June may be had by the poorest comer.And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays:
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;
Every clod feels a stir of might,
An instinct within it that reaches and towers,
And, grasping blindly above it for light,
Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;
The flush of life may well be seen
Thrilling back over hills and valleys;
The cowslip startles in meadows green,
The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,
And there ’s never a leaf or a blade too mean
To be some happy creature’s palace;
The little bird sits at his door in the sun,
Atilt like a blossom among the leaves,
And lets his illumined being o’errun
With the deluge of summer it receives;
His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,
And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings;
He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,–
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So, Mike I typed the “what is so rare as a day in June” into Google and your site showed up and the rest of the poem. I love birds and poetry, so thank you.
martha
You are quite welcome, Martha!
I, too, typed in that familiar line “What is so rare…” and got your site. Thanks for providing it. As an English major, I should be ashamed for not knowing altho I suspected it could be a New England poet. Inspired by the exceptionally beautiful days this week, I’ve been repeating it as I walked along S. Main St. in Bluffton, Ohio, a half mile from home to or from work as I have often done the past 47 years.
I’m not a birder–with my color-blindness, I can just about tell a hummingbird from an eagle! Thanks again.
Richard Jordan, you may be interested to know that another of these New England poets, John Greenleaf Whittier, was colorblind. It might interest you to read “Snowbound” with that in mind.
Mike, thanks for providing the lovely setting for this citation.
David in Toledo: Thanks for mentioning Whittier’s “Snowbound”. Is that the one which begins “The sun that brief December day rose cheerless o’er hills of gray…”? I recall that much from my childhood–Mother liked to read poems to us six kids, from which at least some of us gained a lifelong appreciation for literature. I was also glad to get your message since I was born in Toledo where we lived until I was 12, then later worked there various times, and did special studies at TU. We’ve had relatives there for over a century.
Thanks to Mike, also, as host of this site.
[...] What is so rare as a day in June? / Then, if ever, come perfect days…” [...]
Thanks for the fuill text of that poem with the quote, “And What is Rare As a Day in June” - I have been looking for it fo a while. I have used that quoate many times as my birthday is in June. It saved me a trip to the library for a search! LJR
“And what is so rare as a day in June?——-
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He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest—
In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?
I learned this selction you quoted from “The Vision of Sir Launfal” when I was in 8th grade English in Beaumont, Texas in the 1940s…You left off the last line of what I learned……I am now 74 years old and can still quote most of it from memory…Always a favorite of mine…Fun to find you quoting it as I was browsing the internet
Thanks for sharing that last line, Libby. Sweet words indeed.
I found your website after reading an entry into my Mom’s diary. It was written in June, 1925 when she was fourteen years old. Old favorites are always favorites. Thanks for the treasure.