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Each blossom enkindling with love that is life and
subsides with a smile into death
Arises and lightens and sets as a star from her sphere
withdrawn.
Not sleep, in the rapture of radiant dreams, when
sundawn smiles on the night,
Shows earth so sweet with a splendour and fragrance
of life that is love:
Each blade of the glad live grass, each bud that receives
or rejects the light,
Salutes and responds to the marvel of Maytime around
and above.

Joy gives thanks for the sight and the savour of heaven,
and is humbled
With awe that exults in thanksgiving: the towers of
the flowers of the trees
Shine sweeter than snows that the hand of the season
has melted and crumbled,
And fair as the foam that is lesser of life than the
loveliest of these.