Poems (Bushnell)/A May Song

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XXVIA MAY SONG
   Weave high, weave low   Thy veil of blossom-snow,Yet think not so to blind me, gentle May;Too idly sweet thy wandering breezes blow—   Oh! much I fear, dear May,   Thou wilt not stay.
   I've known, ere now,   A fairer one than thou,Sweeter than winds that 'mid the violets stray:My heart was like a nest on flowering bough—   Too like, for neither spray   Nor bird would stay.
   Before I knew,   The bough was broken in two,The blossoms withered and bird flew away:Since then I clasp no hope that is not true   And strong enough alway   With me to stay.
   No longer clings   My heart to dreamful thingsThat breathe and perish in a blossom's day,That sing a song or two, then spread their wings.   Oh! well I know, sweet May,   Thou wilt not stay.
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