Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
MayLouise Brooks
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The tender tintings of this lovely May.
It must be quickly done: they will not stay,
But fleetly vanish, for they fear the taint
Of mortal rendering. Bring one acquaint
With music’s meanings, that the ready notes
Poured on the pulsing air from the full throats
Of little birds, who sing without restraint,
Be made a hymn to praise the God of Life.
The golden green, the grass, wet with soft rain,
Dimples with dandelions. See at strife
Bold Robin with his hidden prey. Again,
Bees in the flowery shrubs, with sweetness rife,
’Neath the blue sky, move in a busy train.