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A whole white world of revival awaits May's whisper
awhile,
Abides and exults in the bud as a soft hushed laugh in a
smile.
As a maid's mouth laughing with love and subdued for
the love's sake, May
Shines and withholds for a little the word she revives to
say.

When the clouds and the winds and the sunbeams are
warring and strengthening with joy that they live,
Spring, from reluctance enkindled to rapture, from
slumber to strife,
Stirs, and repents, and is winter, and weeps, and awakes
as the frosts forgive,
And the dark chill death of the woodland is troubled,
and dies into life.
And the honey of heaven, of the hives whence night
feeds full on the springtide's breath,
Fills fuller the lips of the lustrous air with delight in
the dawn: