may
a white shower falls from the apple tree,
good-bye good-bye, sweet may!
i will not mourn at beauty lost,
for there comes as fair a day;
but such a wealth of sweets is thine,
such blooms of flower and spray,
we can but sigh that gaining june,
we still must lose our may.
by edith willis linn (1865-1945)
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