  April adance in play met with his lover May where she came garlanded. The blossoming boughs o’erhead were thrill’d to bursting by the dazzle from the sky and the wild music there that shook the odorous air. Each moment some new birth hasten’d to deck the earth in the gay sunbeams. Between their kisses dreams: And dream and kiss were rife with laughter of mortal life. But this late day of golden fall is still as a picture upon a wall or a poem in a book lying open unread. Or whatever else is shrined when the Virgin hath vanishÈd: Footsteps of eternal Mind on the path of the dead. |
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