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MAY.
Of sunlight and green shade, and songs of birds, a happy blending,
Of perfumes, and sweet sounds, and eyes' delight,
Mild showers, and blooming boughs, a pleasure neverending,
A gentle coming on of calm, cool night,—
These, these are blessings scattered in our way,
In happy May.
Of perfumes, and sweet sounds, and eyes' delight,
Mild showers, and blooming boughs, a pleasure neverending,
A gentle coming on of calm, cool night,—
These, these are blessings scattered in our way,
In happy May.
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In happy May—when winter, girt with hideous winds
Seeks his ice caverns; his spies work summer grief
The canker blasts the bud; the ivy creeping binds
The oak in galling chains; the chill rain spots the leaf,
They plot by night, they plot the live-long day
In mournful May.
Seeks his ice caverns; his spies work summer grief
The canker blasts the bud; the ivy creeping binds
The oak in galling chains; the chill rain spots the leaf,
They plot by night, they plot the live-long day
In mournful May.
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