Wednesday, May 4, 2011

     May Night

The Spring is fresh and fearless
     And every leaf is new,
The world is brimmed with moonlight, 
     The lilac brimmed with dew.

Here in the moving shadows
     I catch my breath and sing-
My heart is fresh and fearless
     And over-brimmed with spring.

                        -Sara Teasdale 

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