May Night

The spring is fresh and fearless
And every leaf is new,
The world is brimmed with moonlight,
The lilac brimmed with dew.

Here in the moving shadows
I catch my breath and sing-
My heart is fresh and fearless
And over-brimmed with spring.

Sara Teasdale

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