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MAY.
I love the May because it seems to me
So full of secrets and of whisperings;
Telling the heart in confidence of things,
Yet unaccomplished and mysteriously,
Like a fleet harbinger of victory,
With glowing, undefined prefigurings,
Reveals an opulence of spoils; and brings
A present joy in what is yet to be.
So full of secrets and of whisperings;
Telling the heart in confidence of things,
Yet unaccomplished and mysteriously,
Like a fleet harbinger of victory,
With glowing, undefined prefigurings,
Reveals an opulence of spoils; and brings
A present joy in what is yet to be.
How like the far-off ringing of a chime,
The soft south wind; and each succeeding day,
Moved by this prelude of a sunnier clime,
Sings a new song and finds a theme more gay.
It is a gay, it is a hopeful time,
And this is why I love the month of May.
The soft south wind; and each succeeding day,
Moved by this prelude of a sunnier clime,
Sings a new song and finds a theme more gay.
It is a gay, it is a hopeful time,
And this is why I love the month of May.
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