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MAY

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  The golden discs of the rattlesnake-weed,

    That spangle the woods and dance—

  No gleam of gold that the twilights hold

    Is strong as their necromance:

  For, under the oaks where the woodpaths lead,

  The golden discs of the rattlesnake-weed

    Are the May's own utterance.


  The azure stars of the bluet bloom,

    That sprinkle the woodland's trance—

  No blink of blue that a cloud lets through

    Is sweet as their countenance:

  For, over the knolls that the woods perfume,

  The azure stars of the bluet bloom

    Are the light of the May's own glance.


  With her wondering words and her looks she comes,

    In a sunbeam of a gown;

  She needs but think and the blossoms wink,

    But look, and they shower down.

  By orchard ways, where the wild bee hums,

  With her wondering words and her looks she comes

    Like a little maid to town.


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