 | Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge |  |
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A SONG OF MAY.
My heart is light with May, with May,
My heart is light with May!
The sky is soft; the coming birds
Are silent on their way.
My heart is light with May!
The sky is soft; the coming birds
Are silent on their way.
The miracle of flower and fruit
Not yet the Lord hath wrought;
But never ripened Summer-time
So bright a day hath brought.
Not yet the Lord hath wrought;
But never ripened Summer-time
So bright a day hath brought.
For there is promise in the air,
And murmurous prophecy;
All breathless and with lifted arms,
Stand waiting shrub and tree.
And murmurous prophecy;
All breathless and with lifted arms,
Stand waiting shrub and tree.
To-morrow shall the blossoms glow;
At dawn the birds will sing;
All through the stillness deep I hear
The rushing tide of Spring.
At dawn the birds will sing;
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The rushing tide of Spring.
My heart is light with May, with May,
My heart is light with May!
And all the more that coming birds
Are silent on their way.
My heart is light with May!
And all the more that coming birds
Are silent on their way.
| Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge | |