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/ What is it now that I shall seek / Where woods dip downward, in the hills? -- / A mossy nook, a ferny creek, / And May among the daffodils.
/ Or in the valley's vistaed glow, / Past rocks of terraced trumpet vines, / Shall I behold her coming slow, / Sweet May, among the columbines?
/ With redbud cheeks and bluet eyes, / Big eyes, the homes of happiness, / To meet me with the old surprise, / Her wild-rose hair all bonnetless.
/ Who waits for me, where, note for note, / The birds make glad the forest trees? -- / A dogwood blossom at her throat, / My May among th' anemones.
/ As sweetheart breezes kiss the blooms, / And dews caress the moon's pale beams, / My soul shall drink her lips' perfumes, / And know the magic of her dreams.