Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.
May DaySara Teasdale
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The swaying motor-bus,
The prancing dancing horses
Are passing by for us.
The toys we stop to see,
The smiling passing people
Are all for you and me.
“And oh, I love you, too!”
“All of the flower girl’s lilies
Were only grown for you!”
And love and lack of care—
The world is mad with music
Too beautiful to bear.