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A MAY MORNING
Amid the tender boughs of green
The young sun laughs for joy: between
Slim, silver, mottled, stems of birch
A throng of saffron butterflies,
New-born to greet the morning, search,
Where the pale bluebell's honey lies.
The young sun laughs for joy: between
Slim, silver, mottled, stems of birch
A throng of saffron butterflies,
New-born to greet the morning, search,
Where the pale bluebell's honey lies.
How still they settle, softly float,
To music of the blackbird's note!
To undertone of early bees,
That hum from flower to flower, and quaff
New nectar! Insects, blossoms, trees,
Alert, to greet the sun-god's laugh!
To music of the blackbird's note!
To undertone of early bees,
That hum from flower to flower, and quaff
New nectar! Insects, blossoms, trees,
Alert, to greet the sun-god's laugh!
Awake, my soul, arise, rejoice!
Join universal nature's voice,
In glad Te Deum for the spring!
Forget the winter's miry ways!
Forget the least uncleanly thing,
That saddened, soiled, those vanished days!
Join universal nature's voice,
In glad Te Deum for the spring!
Forget the winter's miry ways!
Forget the least uncleanly thing,
That saddened, soiled, those vanished days!
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