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THIRTY-FIRST OF MAY.
I
Awake!—the crimson dawn is glowing,And blissful breath of Morn
From golden seas is earthward flowing
Thro' mountain-peaks forlorn;
'Twixt the tall roses, and the jasmins near,
That darkly hover in the twilight air,
I see the glory streaming, and I hear
The sweet wind whispering like a messenger.
II
'Tis time to sing!—the Spirits of SpringGo softly by mine ear,
And out of Fairyland they bring
Glad tidings to me here;
'Tis time to sing! now is the pride of Youth
Pluming the woods, and the first rose appears,
And Summer from the chambers of the South
Is coming up to wipe away all tears!
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III
They bring glad tidings from afarOf Her that cometh after
To fill the earth, to light the air,
With music and with laughter;
Ev'n now she leaneth forward, as she stands,
And her fire-winged horses, shod with gold,
Stream, like a sunrise, from before her hands,
And thro' the Eastern gates her wheels are roll'd!
IV
'Tis time to sing—the woodlands ringNew carols day by day;
The wild birds of the islands sing
Whence they have flown away;
'Tis time to sing—the nightingale is come—
And 'mid the laurels chants he all night long,
And bids the leaves be still—the winds be dumb—
And like the starlight flashes forth his song!
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V
Immortal Beauty from above,Like sunlight breathed on cloud,
Touches the weary soul with love,
And hath unwound the shroud
Of buried Nature till she looks again
Fresh in infantine smiles and childish tears,
And o'er the rugged hearts of aged men
Sheds the pure dew of Youth's delicious years.
VI
The heart of the awaken'd EarthBreathes odorous ecstacy;
Let ours beat time unto her mirth,
And hymn her jubilee!
The glory of the Universal Soul
Ascends from mountain-tops, and lowly flowers,
The mighty pulses throbbing through the Whole
Call unto us for answering life in ours!
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VII
Arise! young Queen of forests green,A path was strown for thee
With hyacinth, and gold bells atween,
And red anemone;
Arise! young Queen of beauty and delight,
Lift up in this fair land thine happy eyes,
The valleys yearn, and gardens for thy sight,
But chief this heart that prays for thee with sighs.
VIII
How oft into the opening blueI look'd up wistfully,
In hope to see thee wafted thro'
Bright rifts of stormy sky;
Many gray morns, sad nights, and weary days,
Without thy golden smile my heart was dying,
Oh! in the valleys let me see thy face,
And thy loose locks adown the woodwalks flying.
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IX
Come, with thy flowers, and silver showers,Thy rainbows, and thy light;
Fold in thy robe the naked Hours,
And fill them with thy might;
Though less I seek thee for the loveliness
Thou laughest from thee over land and sea,
Than for the hues wherein gay Fancies dress
My drooping spirit at the sight of thee.
X
Come, with thy voice of thousand joys,Thy leaves, and fluttering wings;
Come with thy breezes, and the noise
Of rivulets and of springs;
Though less I seek thee for thine harmonies
Of winds and waters, and thy songs divine,
Than for that Angel that within me lies,
And makes glad music echoing unto thine.
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XI
O Gardens blossoming anew!O Rivers, and fresh Rills!
O Mountains in your mantles blue!
O dales of daffodils!
What ye can do no mortal spirit can,
Ye have a strength within we cannot borrow,
Blessed are ye beyond the heart of Man,
Your Joy, your Love, your Life beyond all Sorrow!
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