May Day [A delicate fabric of bird song]

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Title:     May Day [A delicate fabric of bird song]
Author: Sara Teasdale [More Titles by Teasdale]

A delicate fabric of bird song
Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
Is everywhere.

Red small leaves of the maple
Are clenched like a hand,
Like girls at their first communion
The pear trees stand.

Oh I must pass nothing by
Without loving it much,
The raindrop try with my lips,
The grass with my touch;

For how can I be sure
I shall see again
The world on the first of May
Shining after the rain?

[The end]
Sara Teasdale's poem: May Day [A delicate fabric of bird song]

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