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Frail fronds of ferns uncurling, / Blue iris flags unfurling, / Pale showers of blossoms swirling / Like clouds of wind-blown snow; / With fragile wildings playing, / Like two blithe children maying, / Across the glad meads straying, / Together, dear, we go.
The silver clouds far-drifting, / Vague lights and shadows shifting, / The sungleams gold-dust sifting / Down thro' the latticed leaves; / Gray brooks the meadows lacing, / Young flow'rs the uplands gracing, / Her faery 'broidery tracing / The skillful spider weaves.
From long, long day-dreams shaken, / The vivid violets waken; / His Southern haunts forsaken, / The bluebird flecks the sky; / Ah, breath of bloom-bright heather, / Ah, golden Maytime weather, / We drift in dreams together-- / Together, you and I.