Now that summer’s coming nearer,
My blood does quicken in its pace
And never has life, to me, seemed dearer.
Ne’er have I felt my heart race
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The way it does for hawthorn blooms
A tender breeze beneath warm sun.
Such joy abundant, there could scarce be room
For my soaring soul. And when day’s done,
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I’ll turn to sit by quiet fire’s side.
There, a tale I’ll tell to those who would hear
Of knightly valor- a dragon’s pride,
And bards who sing for the inn’s best beer.
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O! On that Eve of May we’ll meet beneath
The Maying Pole be-ribboned, flowered, tall
And gallant. Oaths to thee, foresworn, I breathe-
A whisper spoken softly from lips’ fall.
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To you, hands bound in sacred union blessed,
Beneath that starry vault that soars above,
Un-ending. Close unto you warmly pressed
You fill me to brimming with your love.
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And as the dark and stars ascend their height,
I drift in peace to dreaming’s flight…
Til radiant morning comes and bids us wake
And in tangled parting, sweet does break.
