A delicate fabric of bird song
Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
Is everywhere.
Red small leaves of the maple
Are clenched like a hand,
Like girls at their first communion
The pear trees stand.
Oh I must pass nothing by
Without loving it much,
The raindrop try with my lips,
The grass with my touch;
For how can I be sure
I shall see again
The world on the first of May
Shining after the rain?
May Day
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: rain, red, song, world, bird, wild, earth, grass, small, smell, touch, stand, delicate, shining, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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