As this beautiful month is drawing to a close here is a verse by Robert Browning (1812 - 1889) which seems to pay homage to the events of this particular June. The passion displayed by the fans and the teams in the World Cup, the beauty of the countryside, the anniversary of D-Day, Glastonbury, whatever you have achieved or celebrated or been disappointed or hurt by this month , I think you'll recognise here. Robert Browning loved Italy too and lived with his wife Elizabeth and son in Florence.
All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall
Not in semblance, but itself, no beauty, nor good, nor
Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the
When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.
The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too
The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the
Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard;
Enough that He heard it once. we shall hear it by and