A Day in June

From The Vision of Sir Launfal by James Russell Lowell

And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then heaven tries 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, groping blindly above it for light,
Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers.

That's how it's been this afternoon despite the bumble bees - sitting in the sun. reading and drinking a Kir Royale. Just one thing: when I had to recite the above at Sunday school after 'glisten' it was:

'Here in the summer night the spirit waits the silence, the????? and the moonlight.'

Mind you the minister's wife was very romantic so maybe she put in her own two pennorth?