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IN MAY

Love, might we have that dead May over again!
The wet leaves and the lilac in the rain.
Dear and familiar things,
Rain on the blackbird's wings.
After the drift of tears, after the pain.
How wild the blackbird was that wet May weather,
And we under the ivy housed together!
The lilac 's out and sweet,
The warm dusk drenched with it.
Wild was the blackbird's song, and we together.
Love, in your Paradise do you forget
The long road and the lilac in the wet,
The blackbird, with wet wings,
Singing immortal things?
Oh, Love, remember, Love, remember yet!