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/ The golden discs of the rattlesnake-weed, / That spangle the woods and dance -- / No gleam of gold that the twilights hold / Is strong as their necromance: / For, under the oaks where the woodpaths lead, / The golden discs of the rattlesnake-weed / Are the May's own utterance.
/ The azure stars of the bluet bloom, / That sprinkle the woodland's trance -- / No blink of blue that a cloud lets through / Is sweet as their countenance: / For, over the knolls that the woods perfume, / The azure stars of the bluet bloom / Are the light of the May's own glance.
/ With her wondering words and her looks she comes, / In a sunbeam of a gown; / She needs but think and the blossoms wink, / But look, and they shower down. / By orchard ways, where the wild bee hums, / With her wondering words and her looks she comes / Like a little maid to town.